As I stood with my back to him, I would look around the room. He had apparently decided on a prison cell or dungeon theme: an odd choice for love-maki...g but no doubt he had some delightful fantasy in mind. On the far wall I could see a huge X in red-painted metal like the one in Peter’s studio … my conscious mind didn’t know what it was for; but something deep inside me knew, and shivered. Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Why don’t you see who that is, Yuri?” he suggested casually. For a moment. Her pussy glistened from the steam and her flowing pussy juices. Stuck in a daze for a moment, I watched as a bead of sweat ran from the nap of her naval, through her fine pubic hairs, down to the tip of her clitoris where it came to rest for a moment. Then it flowed along the inside of her phat, swollen pussy lips to nestle in her tight bun hole.A moan of frustration brought me back as I licked my lips and moved in on her sweaty, sweet pussy. As soon as she felt my lips on her swollen pussy. " Please try, Tiffany. Please." I sounded like I was begging to my own ears. I didn't like it."I will," she said glumly.I knew what would make her happier, but as much as I wanted to fuck her I knew I shouldn't. Once the golf season was over at the end of the school year, I wouldn't have to worry about any of this.I played golf with Eric on Saturday after a couple of weeks of both the boys and girls on the course at the same time."Those girls sure like to flirt with you," Eric commented as I. Tomorrow night is going to be a celebration. I want you to cook me afour course meal for two, ready by seven o'clock, Champagne and nibblesat six. I want my house spotless tomorrow, now go upstairs and put onthe uniform and shoes that I've laid out in your bedroom, then comeback here and get me some supper. I'll have it in the dining room, youcan eat after you've served me."He went to his room to find what he had expected, a parody of auniform, a black satin French maid's outfit that was cut.