I adjusted the wig on my head and crowned it with thehumble maid's cap that matched the apron. A quick look in the mirrorassured me I was dressed. ... looked like what I was, a sissy maid. Ialmost felt a bit of disappointment in that Mistress would likely onlyinspect me over the computer and dismiss me.I wasted no time in getting back on line and messaged Mistress that Iwas dressed. This time there was a wait of at least 15 minutes beforeShe answered. I knew as I waited She probably was. I was just ecstatic that he seemed to be interested in ME. I know that he only wanted to get into my pants, but it flattered me. Then, we flirted, touched, teased and the next thing I knew, his dick was inside of me.”“Where was the first time” I asked.“Just down the hall” she blushed as she nodded toward the guest room. “The night he slept over before that early shift at work. We both had too much to drink and got carried away. When I made up the guest bed, I turned around and he had his shirt. That was when another man entered the office from the maintenance bay.“Ski, we need another tractor. The one that we have been using all day has broken down,” he told us before noticing me.“Oh sorry, didn’t know that you were busy,” he added.“This is Marianne. She’s the new seasonal maintenance tech. She has the equipment repaired, so you’re in luck. We’ll take three tractors out to the line. You can have two of them and we’ll tow the broken one back with the third,” Ski told the other man,. Just my lips. As I approach the bottom of her bra, I feel her tense. I let out a long sigh, and back off. "Elizabeth, you're so lovely. So clean, so soft. I promise, no pain, no rape, just this, light caresses, paying homage to you." Then I kiss the flesh of one boob, putting a little pressure on. She twists away again.Now for a trick I've learned. I back away, and roll off the bed. I can hear her breathing hard, and after a few minutes, she whispers "Are you still there? Did you leave?" I wait.