You're her slave." It's funny you should say that," Stephanie said. "My husband needsseveral maid uniforms."The woman scoffed at Loren. "See. I tol... you. You might as wellforget ever being a man again... you're just a sissy toy now for yourwife." She turned and walked toward an entire aisle of maid uniforms,everything from very basic hotel staff to highly elaborate costumeuniforms. "What size is your husband?"Stephanie looked at Loren. "I'm not sure."The woman looked him up and down and. He feels and carrers them, kisses them n licks my nipples He kisses further on down to my belly button Looking back up into my eyes as he slowly moves down He slides his hands up my legs Raising my already short skirt up and over his head He starts to lick my pussy there and then I feel his head and pull it closer to my pussy God that tongue I want more I said Tom… Tom… He looks up at me I said.. come here He comes up level to my face I said… do me a favour He replies.. What? I lean over to his. ” Silence settled around us, so thick with tension that it felt like a physical presence in the room. I counted the seconds that passed by while I mentally begged for him to say something. “It’s not like I set my sights on you or turned it into some weird obsession,” I said. “It’s just that whenever I met someone and tried to like him—and I did try—it never seemed right because he wasn’t… you.” That last word came out sounding more frustrated than I’d intended. My breathing turned harsh and I. For some reason, she felt the need to impress him, to dance as best as she could and make him proud. Her eyes still on him, she concentrated on her dancing. Her heart was creeping into her dancing, but for him and solely him. When she heard the overlap of her song and the song of the next dancer, she quickly finished. She picked up the money from the stage floor that people had thrown at her and left the stage, making room for the new girls to dance.Angel was folding the bills of money and.