"Stop fighting me Andrea." She was right in my face now and the next thing I knew she was kissing me gently on the lips."No," came out my mouth very, ...ery weakly. I didn't want her to stop, yet I felt that this was wrong. But my body betrayed me. She rubbed her hands gently down my side. Then she slid them up my shirt. I moaned when her fingers went underneath my bra and pinched my nipples. What could I do when she pulled my shirt over my head, removed my bra, and put her full mouth on my. "We aim to please," I quipped."Well improve your aim," she said as she stepped back to allow me into the hallway. She looked late thirties acted like ninety, snotty bitch.The kitchen door opened, "Mistress," a girl's voice trilled."Not now kitten," the woman insisted."But Mistress, I have to be, oops!" she said.I stared, she was wearing a maids outfit about four sizes too small, her breasts swelled over the top and it barely reached below her navel which must have been chilly as she wasn't. The aroma of coffee filling the kitchen is enough to lift her spirits. Maybe this day will not be so bad after all, the thought flashes across her mind. She sprints on her toes to the room, the cold tiles reminding her that winter is not far off. She gets in the shower and turns the water on. Feeling the water run down her body, makes her body shiver. She loves her shower with the massaging head. Her thoughts turn to the day ahead. She didn’t think she would have any problems with the picnic. Her long arms wheatish in colour terminated into well manicured lengthy fingers with about five golden and stone steaded rings around some of them.The rose colour nail polish competed with her rosy lips. Both complemented each other well. The yellow stain concentrated more on the upper tip of her upper cleavage and it had surely run down the valley between her mounds which were covered by the blouse which evenly hugged on her mounds.My eyes fell on her right side where her right boobs hung.