Removing the tags and hangers, she started by easingthe panties up Newman's legs. They were tight, obviously, practicallyclinging to his junk while th... back slid between his buttcheeks. Perfect.The bra was more difficult, being designed for a woman with a smallerrack than the breast forms she used. But regardless she slid his armsthrough the straps, and pulled the back as tight as it would go, JUSTmanaging to clip the clasps together. She checked the view from the frontand grinned wickedly as. They were almost transparent and you could see the thong which contained his mighty equipment underneath. His top matched the pants and you could see his nipples through the material. He smelt divine. His blond hair looked fashionably dishevelledWe drove the twenty minutes to Rachel’s house up in the hills overlooking the sea. I parked the car in the driveway and we made our way round to the pool where the dinner table was already set. Rachel was looking lovely, her long dark brown hair. ”The woman nodded curtly and responded “Miss Heather.” in a crisp cold voice. Heather was taken aback for a moment until she saw the woman wink before turning back to the staff.Ms Anderson proceeded to name each of the women present telling Heather their role from scullery maid to head cook and on to ladies maid. Each woman curtsied as her name was called out.Having seen only Mary up until that point Heather had expected a bevy of busty young things, instead she found that the young Marek must. My heart began to shatter as I watched him exit the office, climb into his vehicle and slowly pull away, never looking back. As the white truck disappeared beyond my view, tears began streaming even harder down my face and my breaths became rapid and desperate. I retreated back into office, shutting the lights, the blinds and the door and fell resignedly onto the couch for visitors. I cried loudly, not sparing a thought for the office neighbors or people nearby as I grieved for the sudden void.