"No, but I don't have a choice do I?"I wished I knew what was going on, but I had a list of things to do and really had to get moving before the day g...t much further along. As it was, my phone seemed to have a life of its own."This is Gary," I was in no mood to talk to accounting."Hi, Gary. Janice gave me an update, but I wanted to see if Paul had managed to get the database sorted out." Sorry Bob, Paul isn't in today and it fell on my desk, which is currently knee deep in alligators." Luci. I said, "Let's play mistress and servant."I brought out a French maids uniform I had bought myself and zipped herinto it. Although I was dressing her, normally the maid's role, theMaid's uniform she was now wearing made clear who the servant was going tobe.I had her wearing her knee length boots and watched her tottering aroundthe room in them."Shorter steps and try to sissy that walk!" I told her. "A woman showsoff her breasts not her penis!"After around fifteen minutes she started to get. He pulled away as he orgasmed, I didn’t see where it went. No matter, a dried spot on the floor wouldn’t mean much to anyone. “alright” I said. “I kept my end of the bargain. See you some other time”. He split. I stayed a few minutes. I wanted to arrange the room a little for my fuck session with Patrick. I pulled an old club chair across from the door and to the left so no one could see me when he opened it. I would leave the lights off, just sexier that way. Fuck, cum, then back to. When they released Jack, grandma told him he was coming home with us back to the ranch. I had asked her too for Jack seemed to listen to her. She told him she knows how he is and that he would not be getting the rest or the care he needed if he took care of him.“It is also time you stopped being a fucking bar cop too,” grandma said sternly to him.“That’s being a bouncer grandma,” Jack replied.“You keep peace in a bar so a bouncer is just a FUCKING bar cop,” grandma said to him raising her.