You have to understand that I thought Georgia was seriously cute. I’d spent an entire evening staring down her dress at her tits and finally managed...to get hold of one of them. They were just about perfect. But she was also scary. For three weeks after that date, I received a card from her in the mail each day. Some of them were expensive cards. They all had hearts, or messages like “Love is running your fingers over the cracks in someone’s heart and soul while looking into their eyes with a. Her curves were stretching the silky lingerie she started in. Her tits were nice and round even though they sagged quite a bit. She started out with him on the bed and her sucking his cock. Years of experience with one another made it easy to film. I was afraid she would be embarrassed, or nervous. I found out later that they used to make out in public places when they were younger. She slowly worked his dick up and down with her hands and mouth, coaxing it to full mast. He was a large man all. I felt embarrassed and looked away. I put the outfit on quickly. Tiffany must have given them my size because it was perfect - the corset snug, the stockings high and the skirt just at the bottom of my arse. I turned to look for the laundry hamper and saw myself in the hall of mirrors again. A French Maid, indistinguishable from a thousand other French Maids dressing up in costumes to please boyfriends, husbands, and lovers. Or, in my case, complete strangers into whose hands my lover had. Even though it was only March, it was smoldering that evening. I put on a very smart, sleeveless, below the knee black dress with black strapy sandals with 4 inch heels. Nothing to get the rumor mill going! I had to get a sexy touch though, you know me by now! Since I could not wear a regular bra due to the cleavage of the dress I put on a black skin tight sheer teddy with a thong and an almost bare back. It has some golden accents spread around. It could not be seen but it held my breasts in.