1st of all let me thank all the ISS reader for making it a munch, with your mails & calls, & rating my stories (“sex with granny”, “reading iss ...as never so fun”, “please help me” “this can happen to u”, “not all the maids r same” & “got lucky this time”) as hot. Before starting the story I must tell u 1 thing, I got lots of mails from my fans complaining that the stories posted by them don’t get any feedback or comments so that they get disappointed & don’t dare 2 post any others stories if. When I came back to my senses, I looked down and realized what a mess I had made. I knew I was a slut. I got dressed, exited my car, and was about to lower my skirt when I looked around. Seeing nobody, I instinctively spread my legs and started peeing. I really had to go. As soon as I finished, I lowered my skirt and started to walk back to my desk. What a little orgasm-addicted slut I was, first ruining my car's floor mat and then peeing in public because I was too horny to wait to get home to. After they finished, his legs were so slimand soft that no one would say that they belonged to male. Soon one ofthe girls quickly put stockings on his legs.Black silk panties covered his manhood. Cloud could only protest withhis mouth when they forced French maid outfit onto him. Outfit includeda short skirt which came down just below his ass with a low cut top,frilly apron, and a white maid's cap. His heavy, soldier boots werereplaced with high heels. When he looked into mirror, he saw. One of my men even found the sacristan attempting to secretly dispose of Father Wright’s quite considerable pornography collection; he has now been arrested for impeding a police investigation. And that is what I will do, without hesitation, to anyone else who attempts to do likewise. Now I ask you, do you know the whereabouts of Father Wright?”The bishop appeared slightly cowed. “No, I do not,” he replied.“I trust you will inform me immediately if you hear anything from him?”“Yes, of course,.