My master told her to throw out my boy clothes I wouldn’t need them any more. As we walked down the street with me right behind him I felt so ashame... but sexy as everyone stared at me in my maids uniform. When we got home I was told to clean the house because my master was having company for dinner, as I dusted and vacuumed he watch me bend exposing my panties. "Tonight you are to serve my guests and then curtsey after, your not to talk unless I say so do you understand"? "Yes Master" I said.. He started kissing my body like there was no tomorrow. He kept telling me how this is the most amazing experience for him and that he’s never been with a woman like me and only saw me in magazines and online and masturbated often imagining being in a situation like this but never thought it would happen. I was very turned on by what he was saying but was equally turned off by his sloppy kissing and fondling. There was no control on this guy, he was a big slob and not a very good kisser. But I. "Really?" I checked, before digging my tongue in deeper. "Yes...fuck yes," Emma said. "I know we had dry spells and rough patches...fuck, right there! I know we didn't always work things out...out there. Fucking...I know we might not run into each other again, shit! But...this place wouldn't have been the same for me without you." With all the licking and nibbling I was doing to her, I knew she was being honest. Or maybe she just told me what I might want to hear so I'd keep working her, I. They were off to another social affair. This time it was for charity. Since she was one of the newer women, it was her turn to name where the mnney would be going. Gabrielle raised a few eyebrows when she named The Salvation Army. Most people weren't too religious so she had to explain that they were at every fire with coffee and donuts for the police and firefighters. Plus they spent a lot of money feeding the poor, sending kids to camp, and helping the helpless. She stuck to her guns and this.