Lita looked critically at her figure. She was not tall, only five feet four, but everything was in the right place. Her legs were well shaped, her waist tiny and firm, her breasts large and ripe and jutting. She thought perhaps her silky black triangle of cunt fur was a little large, but maybe men wouldn't think so. Her skin was olive and without a flaw.

In spite of her mother's hopes, Lita looked Mexican or at least Latin. She had large dark eyes with thick black lashes, a passionate naturally red mouth, and long thick raven-black hair. Nothing she could do about all that-but she'd heard that some men really went for Latin types. Those girls at the convent weren't as innocent or ignorant as her mother had thought. They talked all the time about men and sex…

Lita decided she’d better get a move on. She didn't want any talk from her new boss about "lazy Mexicans." She hurried into the little maid's costume-short black dress, white apron, white cap. It was a very tight fit over the tits, and she hoped she wouldn't pop any buttons. She left the room and went hunting for Mrs. Barton.

The place was so big, she feared getting lost, but finally she came upon a huge living room where four people were sitting. They stared at her, and Lita said nervously, "Pardon me, is one of you Mrs. Barton? I'm Lita, the new maid.”

One of the people, a tall blonde, moaned softly and said, "Oh, God." The others grinned. "Foster, darling," the blonde went on, "I know what you're thinking, but please don't. I'll handle this.”

The blonde stood up. She was a striking woman of about thirty-five, tall and willowy and expensively dressed. "I'm Carol Barton," she said, "and you'll be reporting to me. Let me introduce you to the rest of the family."