.."Hmm... a chaste maid. How lovely, just how it should be?" He says, hishand moving to caress my arse."Yeth Mathter," I reply, praying he doesn't rec...gnise me. It would makean already unpleasant situation even worse.I focus on my task, even as he starts to slap and pinch my arse... I'mhalfway through preparing the milkshake when he tugs my panties to oneside, then feel his hand over my mouth. I've no chance to do anythingbut squeal into his hand as I feel his other thumb pushed into my. Dianecame to climax, and I was permitted to continue doing her toes.With each coat of polish I was pulled back into position, and each timeMs. Diane came to climax it was more intense for her. She kept telling mewhat a "good boy" I was, and how much she enjoyed having "made me hersissy". Finally, after multiple orgasms Ms. Diane was through with me,and I was finished with her nails. They were perfect, like shining redjewels, reflecting the light that was around them. Ms. Diane smiled atme,. Something is very wrong here. I get up to check the time but see that my phone isn't where I left it. I quickly look down and see that it is screen-down on the floor, must've vibrated off the table and shut off upon impact... yeah I knew something was up. "Thank God." I say as I discover that my phone screen isn't cracked. My class starts at 9:00. I went to bed at 2:00, took me 30 minutes of tossing and turning to go to sleep, woke up at 5:30, went BACK to sleep, and now here I am realizing. I know some other women don't seem bothered by it, but to me it still feels like something illicit. Yesterday was the first time since I got married that I let another man see my breasts." Jill added the last sentence in a rather shy, bashful tone."Well I am glad I got the privilege of being the first. What made you let me see you topless yesterday?" Pete has always had a fantasy of me exposing myself to other men. As he has talked to me about it over the years I had begun to think it might be.