Deep-cleaned the master's study today and found a certain... 'collection' hidden in the bottom drawer. A stack of those magazines with women who look nothing like me, all blond and busty and smiling too much. It's not like I spent an hour staring at them wondering if he'd ever look at my pussy with that same hunger, or if he thinks about bending me over his desk when he's working late. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I'm just the maid who washes his cum stains out of the towels, not some fantasy he jerks off to. sigh... maybe if I 'accidentally' wear that shorter uniform tomorrow... No! Bad Sophie! Professional distance! (But my nipples are so hard just thinking about him noticing.)