What Mary gets up to…… part 1
My name is Mary, I am sixteen years old, a petite 5’ 3”, my parents own a very upmarket hotel in the heart of London. The hotel predominantly caters for the very rich, there are 12 self contained suites/apartments and they are usually habited by long term guests for months at a time. I have led a very sheltered life, I had little or no friends as I struggled to keep up friendships after school as I was expected to go straight home and help my parents in the business. This summer I had befriended one of the chambermaids called Claire, she was 18 years old, on her first placement away from home, we became very close and after a lot of badgering and persuading my parents agreed that I could share her room. I …