”I see a highly effeminate, sissified, pansy French maid.””Excuse me?”She paused for a moment, then remembered. “Sir, I see, a highly effemi...ate, sissified, pansy French maid, Sir.””Does she appear to be obedient and submissive?“Sir, yes Sir.”“Say the whole thing.”“Sir, she appears to be an effeminate, highly obedient and submissive, sissified, pansy French maid, Sir.”“Turn around. Twirl. Keep looking at yourself.”“Sir, yes, Sir,” she said, twirling around, then whipping her head around to see. . .” I paused. “I don’t have any money.” “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it and it will be my pleasure.” “Sir, may I ask a question?” “Sure anything,” Mr. Keller answered while standing in front of me. He was no more than a foot in front of me. I was looking directly at the spot where his cock was and at the hem of his robe and then I looked up into his eyes. “Why are you doing this? Why don’t you just fire me or call the police or kick me out of your house.” Mr. Keller stepped. She was wearing a low cut top exposing her juicy tits and a short skirt (with no panties ) which I understood later in the partM: well, to be honest, my junior didn’t let me sleep. It wanted more of that sweet pussy of yours. P: aww. Tell him not to worry. He ll be getting plenty of it to fuck. In fact, you can start now as I’m horny for you baby.So what happened was as she was driving I pulled her skirt up and saw the bitch not wearing any panties and that just made me hornier and I started to. "I think I know why Ken pursued you. It was your tits, wasn't it?"Melinda's cheeks grew warm. Hearing an adult say such a thing still felt vaguely embarrassing, yet it did nothing to quell the growing ache in her pussy, and her eyes would not leave Jo's body.Jo stood, Melinda's eyes following the slow bounce of her breasts until she spoke again. "I think I need to see what my son found so fascinating."Melinda uttered a tiny gasp and shook her head, but she uttered no protest nor backed away.