She moved her head back and forth, her fingers sliding up and down his length, wanking him as she sucked on throbbing cock. She could hear him begin t... moan and her pace quickened. The hand on her head gripped her hair and she was pulled hard against him, almost gagging as her mouth filled with his meat. She took him deeper his cock touched the back of her throat; she gagged and pulled away slightly, until the hand gripping her hair stopped her.“That’s it babe, let me use your mouth. Let me. The hem was short only half covering my bottom andclearly displaying my sissy frill covered panties to everyone. The hemwas held horizontal by a froth of froufrou. The waist of the dress verynarrow, gradually tapering out to meet my now rather large breasts. Thesleeves were short and puffed ending in a froth of white frills as didall the edges of the uniform. I allowed the shoulders to slip down levelwith my breasts giving me quite the sultry maid look. I blushed realisingexactly what I was. " What?" she asked bitterly. "Another surprise like the one yesterday?" But she had no choice but to follow her nephew down the stairs. Her thoughts were confused and her pulse was thumping in her ears. What was in store for her? Where would it end?"All right," she said as the came out of the stairwell. Her spirit was coming back. She planted her feet and stood with her hands defiantly on her hips. Her breasts rose and fell unsteadily beneath the pale-green blouse of her pants suit. "What is it. She had eyebrows painted on, and had to exchange her thong for a dress and blouse with a tie. She even had to wear knickers which she complained were very uncomfortable. She drew the line, however, at wearing a wig. ‘What would people think if they saw me like that!’ she exclaimed. ‘I wouldn’t know where to fucking look!’ The film’s plot was banal in the extreme, but as Genevieve explained the people who bought her films were more interested in shots of knickers, cleavages, young clitorises and.