She clamped her legs only slightly so that not all her weight rested in my hands. I smiled at her feeling that she had become weightless in my arms. ...She smiled only slightly before turning her head and softly kissed my lips. As our lips locked it felt like her lips wear that of flower petals lightly gracing my lips. I wanted to pull her more into me so that our lips weren’t lightly touching one another. But the more I leaned in the more she leaned away. I groaned and wished that she would. Melody had clothes laid out for me on the big bed and insisted that I take another shower so she could inspect me. She did a very thorough inspection, most of it with her lips and tongue.“Melody,” I said as I pulled on the short sleeved sport shirt she laid out for me. “Don’t you think that I’m sending mixed messages? I mean wearing a bright green shirt? I don’t want Eric to think he should be hitting on me.”“You’ll understand later. Just wear the damn shirt.”“Yes ma’am!” I snapped back. She’d. For some reason I had dressed carefully, habit, I suppose, when planning to see Steven. I had been wearing my nicest clothes and of course my sexiest undies on all of our dates – for the occasional grope session, as well as ‘just in case’. This night was no different – I was wearing my satiny black panties and bra, and a sleeveless sundress, I had put on my usual touch of make-up (just mascara – stupid blond eyelashes), and scrunched my hair up into its usual array of unruly curls that his. I don'twant to be a maid any more"Oh, really! Well it's too bad your vote doesn't count so you betterget your butt in gear, sweetie."With that she walked over to my closet and took out on of my uniforms.Holding it up to me, she said, "Here, put this on right now and Iwon't be forced to discipline you for your little outburst." No, I won't wear it. I'm tired of being the damn servant around hereand being forced to wear all these stupid maid's uniforms." I'm only going to ask you one more time.