Shesat at the new chair letting her petticoat poof out when she sat down.Her ruffled panties again rubbed against the cool leather of the chairand her...heels made her knees a little higher as she pulled herself up tothe desk. She jumped on the internet and began looking for chat roomsspecifically about French maid uniforms. Funny how it doesn?t take longto return to bad habits she thought.Heather quickly created the username "Maid Heather" and was chattingwith other maids within minutes. All of. With fists clenched we broke from The Woman and stood, facing each other waist deep in the water, nude, eyes locked, our erections livid and straining, our blood boiling with anger, with lust. The Woman visibly started, her hands quickly clutching and caressing both her breasts and also her sex. She watched us animatedly, and Her body writhed in a frantic delight that She was unwilling and completely unable to conceal…"Yes," She whispered. "Yes." “Do it!”My Rival and I locked eyes. I was more. Rick pulled the car up to a gate where he saw a guard shack to the left. A man walked through the small walkway and came up to the window of the car."How may I help you tonight?"Rick nervously smiled at the security guard as he replied, "We're Mr. & Mrs. Rick Miller."The security guard looked on his pad and found their names and leaned over to look at Jen as he replied, "Can you give me the security code they gave you?"Rick looked over at Jen who was fumbling through the papers and handed it. Jenkins had finally retired after thirty years. Her replacement was young, nice to look at and her figure didn't hurt any."Julie Summers," I said reading her into sheet."Yes, Sir Mr. Lewis." I like the Mr. You would do well to remember it in the future. I case you weren't told your position with me is temporary upon my final approval of you performance. Is that understood, uh, MRS. Summers?" I had purposely place emphases on the Mrs."I understand fully, Mr. Lewis, but if my being married is.