She stared into my eyes. “I think we need to do a, uhm, comparative check.” It was getting harder for her to keep up the charade, I noticed that, ...ven in my lust-filled stupor. Yet I couldn’t grasp what she meant at first. Until she opened the button and fly of her shorts, that is, and pushed them down her lean, well-tanned legs. Her panties were of the thin, expensive white cotton kind, fitting snugly over her plum. I licked my lips when I saw the wet stain on the front that made them almost. Larson had opted not to wear a bra that day, her nipples poked out against the sheer fabric stretched over them quite visibly. Bobby made an effort not to stare as he made his way past her, up the cobblestone path to her front door. She turned back to her roses as he passed, allowing him a second or two to steal a glimpse of her ass in those shorts…the ones that seemed to be so popular with the women in the neighborhood that summer, ridiculously short and skin-tight…only Suzie Larson’s were. Just as I start to get into it, pulls my face up and moves it away from his cock. I feel hurt, wondering if I did something wrong. Seeing my face, he says, ‘Baby, I’ve left you alone for too long. Tonight is all about you.’ I start to object, but as I shift positions my wet pussy rubs against my leg and I realize how much I need him. He recognizes defeat in my body language and sits up, pushing me back with my head at the foot of the bed. I instinctively spread my legs, not knowing what he has. “Now, come into my bedroom and sit on the stool so that I can brush out your hair and do your make up, said Mistress.The Maid followed.Fortunately, Justine had long hair, but it did need some washing and styling to turn Justine into the Maid with her hair up in a ponytail. It took about forty minutes. Then it was onto the make-up. Justine had not worn make-up in the past few days as the nephew transformed into the niece but now as a Maid this was stepping up a gear. The Mistress worked her.