I turned her over gently. Kissing the side of her neck, nuzzling the hollow spots of her shoulders, kissing hollow of her throat. She began to moan, s...ifting around on the bed. I slip down, kissing the swell of her breast, cupping it caressing it. I suck the nipple into my mouth, running my tongue across it. She moans louder, pleading with me not to stop. I shift from one breast to the other, bathing each nipple with my tongue. I slip a hand down feeling the small tuff of hair at the top of her. "Poached eggs - we'll do those first, I think," my Monique said to me - Idon't think she noticed my reaction to the Chef's club thingie. "Thoseare kind of tricky, but you can do it - I will show you how. We'll dothem first, then the melons after." And as she was saying this anotherMonique rolled a tray up next to me, a tray holding quite a few poachedeggs, each in it's own little cup.Monique lifted a device from the serving tray and said, "This might feelcold for a moment" she said, and. I was given a hangerand hung my dress on the shower curtain rod and handed Sara my wigwhich she took back into the outer office.It was so humiliating standing in front of Sara in my bra and panties.My wife was the only other person that had seen me dressed like this.She was smiling and smirking at the same time. She told me that she wasa bit shocked when she was told she'd be training a transvestite maid.But she told me that after looking at me, she understood why "a peeweelike me" was wearing. " Gracie's keen eye took in Lucy's attire as she gave a strained smile to the blonde beauty. Gracie would have been a beautiful woman, had been a beautiful woman, had she not let herself go over the past few years she became a wife and mother. Her once golden hair was now straw colored and short, her round face and round body making it look even shorter perched atop her head. Lucy remembered her once bright hazel eyes full of hope and promise, now dulled by the life she led with two children.