He comparedthem and made the right choice for a sissified male standing in front ofa real man and his future wife attired in a French Maids uniform an...five inch heels."No Ma'am, none at all. I think it is wonderful that Mr. Gates is yourlover and I am honored to serve him as your honored guest. It is veryobvious that he is far more capable of pleasing you than I am and it isyour happiness that means so much to me Ma'am, I will be proud to be acuckold after we are married and continue serving. "Yeah. You like that?" I was a bit surprised, but happy to see her expanding her musical tastes."Yeah," Jayda said to the window. "I like that song." She turned around. "I actually bought they album. They pretty raw. The girl got a b**stly voice."I laughed. Black people slang. Jayda was looking so unbelievably good. She wore a tight fitting slinky top and dark wash jeans. "Come here," I commanded, patting the bed next to me. She brought herself down all slow, and I just wanted to bury my head. "Strip those damn pants off, woman. And get to it, it’s not like I’ve got all night. No....on second thought, I do!" I grin, reminding herShe looks at me, her chest still heaving, and she doesn't hesitate this time as she stands and begins to strip. She peels off her pants and simple cotton panties, the crotch sticking between her legs for a moment. She bends over completely to pull them all the way down to her ankles before stepping out of them, giving me a view of her ass and making me want. About the fifth time this happened,she also gave me a small leather satchel with a shoulder strap to carrythem in. And she also suggested I keep my wallet and keys in there.After all, it just makes sense to keep all my things together, shepointed out. Yes, I thought, that makes perfect sense to me. She alsosaid it would be best I not let her mother see me with my new satchel,because she might mistake it for a purse. "Doesn't that make sense,"she asked, sweetly. I had to agree to made perfect.