"That feels better, right Petra?" asked Jordan."Yes, Mistress Jordan," I replied, doing my best to sound like a womannow, pushing up my chest out and ...ooking at myself in the mirror. Thiswas the first time I had orally acknowledged my new identity byresponding to my new name. Yes, I had become Petra the bimbo FrenchMaid now.I looked down at my fishnet encased legs and noticed how they had becomebunched up round my ankles so I hoisted up my dress and started to pullat the top of my tights."No,. I'll call him to pick it up."I saw a flash of sadness in her face and felt anger well up in my stomach. I fought it and said, "Sure." Later this afternoon I can fix us some burgers on the grill if you want."Mom knew I missed her wonderful cheeseburgers. It was a summer tradition to sit by the pool and have burgers on the grill almost every Sunday. It was a happy memory—especially watching her run around the pool in her bikini. "Sure, great," I said sincerely.After breakfast, I went to the. So when she arrived I was not surprised to find a picture of her looking very cosey in her seat with a large built muscular man next to her with his hand on her bare thigh.I replied with just a picture of my hard cock cumming all over her underwear that I had unpacked for her, and asked if she had forgotten to pack these. To which she replied why would she need underwear at all this week.A couple of hours later I received another message thanking me reorganising her bag, there was a picture. As a traveling factory rep, I had occasion to find myself in this part of the state, perhaps every six months, or so.This time, I had some time to kill — actually the rest of the day free — and yielded to my curiosity, pulling into the gravel parking lot spanning the front of the building.The building itself was old and made of concrete block. With windows fronting the store, it looked like it had once been a market — IGA, or whatever.The sign read, “General Store” with another, smaller sign.