..u never walk on ur feet...as servant, u always to wear ur french maid, ur 5 inch heels, hair and full make up, u behave with extreme respect, u watc... this video on how maid behave, talk and i simply expect nothing less than the most beautiful, polite professional maid...as slave, it will be easy.... u are simply a robot.....u never do anything, move, talk, never to wear anything without instruction or permission...the only two thing allowed for now is to breath, close ur eyes...that is. A deer caught in the headlights. God, I was so embarassed and ashamed, yet unable to leave. Should I apologize, should I just quietly slink off to my room."I...I...um, I'm sooo sorry Bren." She was as surprided as me. Unable to respond she looked at me wide-eyed and speechless. A trace of a blush appearing on her cheeks as she attempted to cover her breasts with crossed arms. Again my need to see more overpowered me and my eyes locked onto her exposed bush. The thick, wild pubic hair. And the more I thought about it, the more I actually wanted to show it to him. I finally nodded against his head in anticipation.‘Actually, I’m wearing a special outfit I bought for Alex, do you want to see it?’ I invited.”She paused her story and looked at me for a reaction. I admitted feeling a little envious at knowing he got to see her surprise first, but I was too wrapped up in her encounter to notice. “So what are you wearing underneath?” I asked curiously.“Well, you’ll find out,” she. Guess you were in love with my navel since childhood” – “Really mom, I don’t remember that, but yes, I do admire this part of your sexy body”, I reverted. “Hmm…, so which part of a women’s body you like the most?”, Mom asked. – I quickly answered “Breasts!” – “No surprise there, I caught you many times starring at my cleavage and always trying to peep as much deeper as your eyes could go”,Mom replied. – “But am kind of started to like your ass more now”, I said. “Really?” Mom asked. – “Yes mom,.