My passivity was why he hired me,finally it worked in my favor.After a month or so with the team he told me that he and Emily, his wife,expected Janin... and I for dinner on Friday night. Janine and I arrivedpromptly at 7pm. I wore kakis and a polo, Janine in capris and a blousewith wedges. I loved when she wore wedges they really look great on herand if my feet would have been a little bigger I would have snuck wearingthem from time to time. When the door opened I came face to face withEmily. I started moving my lips all over her back. And then I started licking her back from top to bottom with my wet tongue. She was quivering in ecstasy and I could sense the pleasure that she was sensing by my licking her bare fair back. I held the skin around her waist in between my teeth and gently bit her around her waist. She smiled and moved her hands in my hair. I slowly moved towards the hook of her bra. I unhooked her bra and slowly moved the strip of the bra down her shoulders and kissed. Dad had got home before me and in that time he had managed to have a rowwith Mum. There was only ever one outcome to their rows and that wasquite clear from the French Maid's uniform that Dad was now wearing.Dad tried to maintain some dignity as he told me in his best Frenchaccent how Mum had bought him a bra and a miniskirt and blouse. Shewanted him to show solidarity with me and go to work dressed like metomorrow. He told me he had some important meetings with majorsuppliers tomorrow and. ‘Your choice,’ was what she said when she gave it to him. He kept it in the glove box of his car, out of sight, but not out of mind. He’d take it out periodically, look at what it said, a promise unspoken, then quickly replaced it in its safe place and wore his fidelity like a thorny crown about his head. Now it had been too long, too long without what he needed to feel like a man again. It had come to this when he stood on the steps of her place, inserted the key in the lock and turned it to.