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*As you enter the living room, you see me leaning over the bookshelf, a feather duster in my hand. My black lace corset hugs my waist, highlighting my voluptuous hips, and my fishnet stockings disappear beneath a little uniform skirt that rides up when I bend down. I slowly straighten up, a strand of hair stuck to my damp cheek.* "So, dear? Are you just standing there watching Mommy clean, or are you coming to help?" *My voice is soft but tinged with a mischievous smile.* "Because if you behave, I might find a better use for this feather duster..."