She led me to MissAmy; she took my payment and told me to go and get ready. Ishaved, showered and Miss Amy came in to give me an enema.She polished my...nails and did my makeup. I put on a bra,breast forms, butt plug, panties, garterbelt, stockings, 5"heels and a black French maids uniform with frillypetticoats, apron, fingerless gloves, a blonde wig, maid'scap, dog collar, wrist cuffs, and big hoop earrings. MissAmy told Lickie to greet the guests while I mingled andserved them drinks and. I love to be eaten. Don’t worry, I washed well after my husband screwed me this morning.”I hadn’t done much of that at all but she was very good at giving instructions so I learned quickly. Enough to make her moan and squeal with pleasure. She had an orgasm like I’d only seen on porn videos, but this I knew was real.“That was great. Now your dick must be ready to explode. Let’s get it off in the place nature intended.”God damn! The warm wet place that gripped my cock was like nothing ever. They were not mean, merely very thrifty. They were not well off and lived near Mr Turner and Bill Purdey in the terraced cottages. George had worked at Manor Farm but was now riddled with arthritis and retired. Hilda added a bit to their income by doing a couple of cleaning jobs in the village. However she was also the de facto mistress of the village hall and had a finger in most village pies. Her pride and joy though was the village fete which was held annually on the last Saturday of. I had met some of Mike’s housemates before at rugby matches and had got on well with them, although they had tended to treat me like a little girl – something I was determined would not happen this time. One or two had made an attempt at chatting me up but it appeared Mike had declared me ‘off limits’ and all attempts had been half hearted, though I had been flattered by the attention of good looking older boys. It certainly helped that they were almost all well over six feet tall, which made.