Yes I was expected to dress as a FrenchMaid!I pulled out my mobile. I phoned Mum. "Mummy, help me. They want me todress up as French Maid!" Son, di...n't you read the dress code? I need this job and I need you toearn a living too. You had better play along until something bettercomes along for you, besides being dressed like a woman may help you tolearn to respect what we go through to look as hot as we do. Don't thinkI haven't noticed you checking out my arse! I'll book you an. ....and he did!He became a regular partner and we all became very close over the coming months, I wasn't even jealous when I heard my wife say she loved him while being pounded by that thick cock.One evening when gilly was on a works party he came round and we went for a drink, when we got home it seemed natural for us two to get into bed together. We were looking at some of the pics we'd taken, stroking each other's pricks, he asked when I first got interested in the domination scene. I. My soft moan let Jack know that I was awake and enjoying him doing this to me. He moved down closer to my wetness. His tongue grazing over my belly button as his hands moved down past my hips slowly making their way to my pussy. His mouth moved down, his tongue slightly touching my clit sending a shock of pleasure through me. His tongue licked my slit, and then darted inside of me. His hands were on my hips as he licked and sucked on my clit. I was so close to an orgasm and he knew it, he could. The line to get in was stretched out around the block. This was one of our most successful openings in years. I looked over at my beautiful dark haired partner. She was 24 about 12 years younger than me and looked very sexy in her black dress. She is tall with long shoulder length hair, a pair of very sexy legs and a dynamite figure. The dress she was wearing showed off her delightful cleavage. Even though I had seen her bare tits hundreds of times I was still entranced by the view. She looked.