I sighed with relief. She put her papers to one side and crossed her legs. I tried to stop myself from looking at her perfect, tanned legs. Everything...about her oozed sexiness. Her dark brown eyes, that seemed to draw me in. Her blonde hair falling down her back. And her breasts and ass. Woah, those bad boys were itching to get out of the uniform. "Now Ma I have a proposition for you," she said. "Sit down," she pointed to the chair by her desk. I gulped and sat down at the desk, putting my. I was humping her in our standard doggie style with her palms flattened against the ceiling high book case. Her feather duster stood nearby and she could claim to be dusting the books with me standing behind her searching for a long lost item if one of the other servants should happen upon us.It was obviously dangerous to even contemplate due to the fact that my spouse was already suspicious of my motives of using the poor girl at odd moments of the day in private. It hadn’t escaped me that my. He then yanked her bra cups off of her tits and cut through the strap at the back allowing her fabulous breasts to flop out. Great tits. Im going to enjoy abusing them. Now bend over at the waist and open your fuckin legs! he shouted. He then put the blade of the knife to the gusset of her panties and pushed gently, forcing the material into her cunt a little. He shifted the blade so that the tip made a hole in the flimsy material and then, laughing, he sawed, creating a slit that revealed my. I felt things I had never feltbefore. Bringing my hands to the bench to steady myself, I looked downat my lower body.To my complete astonishment, I found myself changed beyond belief.Where my T-shirt and jacket ended at my waist, the top of a black skirtidentical to the one the woman I had just passed had been wearing nowrested. Past the material of the skirt, I found two shapely legs cladin the same argyle patterned tights, leading right into a pair of thesame stunning boots she wore.Looking.