I said, "I love you too, Kitten, but we need to get on a plane. I plan to punch your admission into the Mile High club, though not on this first fligh...." That earned me a laugh. When we separated, Sheila had on her public face. She pulled out a mirror and checked her makeup, but it was pure form.Airport security is everyone's idea of inconvenient. Our luggage was pre-checked, but we both had a carry on and separate computer bag. After the wait in queue, with more time for me to put on my shoes. Velvet ribbon around the neck, very tight but very nice, small apron, feather duster, white lace, small white cap pinned on, hair put up, being happy, knowing my place, being sexy, being proud of my position, comfortable, routine, sexy, horny, satisfied, relaxed, warm, loved...Maid's dress...Sexy French maid's dress...Sexy maid...dress...know my...place...maid..."You fucked up!" What? What happened?" He's not cleaning the house at all! He's just prancing around in a stupid French maid's outfit!. She wondered if they would claim her as their joint prize and her nipples puckered at the thought. God, what had she set in motion?‘Happy now?’ shouted Aiden, and as he glanced over at his twin they shared a look of bemused, what-the-hell amusement.‘You should be!’ called Patrick, grinning at last. ‘Now get your butt under that water or we’ll fling you in!’ Instinctively they set off running towards her and she fled into the water in happy terror, breasts bouncing freely, each stride plunging. "I went to the table to find candles, a beautiful centerpiece, and the table set perfectly on red placemats. Brianna was reading off a clipboard. She looked at me, "You're supposed to pour a glass of red wine."I was literally overcome with emotion. She had prepared a delicious dinner, going step-by-step with her mother's instructions. I went to the bathroom until I could get my tears under control and returned to the table. I noticed that both Cathy and Brianna had wineglasses. I poured about.