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 a... 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 accessible under the apron, and his back and ass were totally exposed. And Bill also saw that Ron's ass was. He was trained as asoldier to endure any kind of physical pain. No torture could break him.He looked at the wall. There was huge screen. Cloud noticed his ownpictures there.Machine begun to buzz. Cloud was doing his best to free himself fromthat devilish thing, but he couldn't break the leather cuffs, no matterhow hard he tried."Begin scanning," machine voice said. "Penis detected... Owner must bedickgirl..." What the hell? I'm a guy!!!" he cried, being angry that something iscalling him. He lifted her legs and kissed her anus, causing her to jump, whether from surprise, or being tickled, he didn't know. He licked the length of her gash several times and she mad a noise halfway between a sigh and a coo, like a dove, as he licked her repeatedly. Her hands went to the back of his head to push in on him as his tongue separated her labia, and entered her vaginal passage. He watched carefully as his tongue searched for her G-spot. Suddenly she was groaning, and pushing his head with. Her boss had made it clear that the story she was assigning was more than just a big story, it was very big, huge, immense, a story as important as any she had ever covered, she had told Jane. As big as any she had ever covered? Jane had covered many a big story. Nearly thirty, Jane Bederson was definitely on the fast track. Less than 10 years out of college, she had been on a steady rise upwards in the profession. From her first television job to her present magazine gig, her career had been.