He was totally sissified. The uniform was a very sexy, skimpy Maid's uniform — with a few modifications.Like most kinky French Maid uniforms, it was...very low cut in the front, very short in the bottom, and completely open in the back. It was black with an overlaying white apron around the waist. The white apron was attached in the front, and the only thing that held it on was the apron draw-string that tied at the waist in the back. It also did not include any panties. Ron's cock was easily. From what I heard of their conversation, she had been proposed to last night. All three of them were giggling and carrying on. I heard her say, ‘…on my breast!’ and they all flew into fits of giggles. I would have liked to have eavesdropped a bit more, but there was no way I could do so without being obvious. From what I could see of her in her blouse, she did seem to have an ample bosom. I continued walking, and hoped my arousal was not too apparent to passers-by. When the carriage was. I caught my breath and froze. Sara was supposed to be out for the night. The door slowly opened and I recognized the shadow in my doorway. It was Margie. She quietly slipped through the door and closed it behind her and crept to the side of my bed. She must have seen me move as she entered, because she spoke as though she knew I was awake. “Alli,” she whispered, “you looked beautiful tonight.” I didn’t know what to say. She was with my mom. I felt like I was betraying my mom to even talk to. She had, meanwhile, sat down on the table and started filling in a form. I set the glass down next to her and poured the water before taking a seat myself. “Thanks.” She took a big gulped and let out a sigh. “Wow.” “You’re writing an awful lot into that form,” I commented. “Well, I have to give an exact account of the damage assessment procedure.” The corners of her mouth twitched. “God!” I felt that dizzy feeling again. “You can’t! I mean, that was… improper!” She just giggled. “Don’t worry,.