As he pulled up in front of the departure area, I grabbed my tote and cosmetic bag, gave my husband a big kiss and hug, and I exited the car to meet M...ry.As I walked into the terminal, I just happen to looked down at myself after workers carrying some luggage gave me a funny look. What I saw was kind of embarrassing. I must have rubbed up against something this morning, because on top of my right foot is a dark smear. Now I don't remember rubbing my foot against anything, but what ever it is, I. What had I done all of this for anyway, I told myself? I thought, what he needs is some kind of fetish. I went to the abandoned staff part of the mansion, and found Mary's old room. She had left her old uniforms in the closet. I grabbed her most formal French maid outfit, and tried it on. Unbelievably, it fit me perfectly. It was the short one that she only wore at informal parties like Halloween. I had to use some of my own heels, and seamed stockings, but I was soon every man's fantasy. She came on his face, and came again with his tool jammed into her depths. Joel's cock was gorgeous, by far the biggest and fattest one she had yet to encounter. And he was a good boy, staying hard for her, holding off his release until she licked her juices off of him, her hungry tongue dazzling him, making him pant, and shout, and bellow. She came again when his milky torrent hit her tongue. Sweeter than Giuseppe, a little less tangy than William, with hints of chocolate and plum. She gave. ‘So, you pledge me your word?’ Here the terrible screech of metal on stone and Lilac’s shriek had Sir Reynard on his feet with his hand to his hip before his eyes were fully open. Before he could move an inch more, though, the shriek gave way to more splashing and laughter borne over by squeaky shouting. Lilac, drenched as a rat on a sinking ship, knelt before the tiny Nan who had leapt from the water naked, proud as an earl swearing fealty to his king. ‘I pledge you my word on my honor that.