Auntie liked this entrance and said, “you will serve for sure, and you better like it, or you will be sorry.” Harry smiled a knowing look, and moa...ed a bit, knowing that the pain would be a perfect pleasure.• Dad came down and peeked around the corner, we said, “come out sissy, we want to see your outfit” and out he came from around the corner. He was dressed like I was, in a black maids outfit, frills, stockings, girdle, panties, ruffles, big boobs, wig, pony tail, makeup, and looked ready to. Frank told me he wanted me to wear my black mini skirt for the night, and I didnt have a problem with it, but told him that this would be the last thing that he would be telling me, because I would be giving the orders from that point on, until the night was over. We decided on TGI Fridays for dinner, and had a few drinks with the meal to liven things up a little. I must admit, I was a little nervous. I had never been with another man in front of Frank before, and was not sure how he was going. Catharine quickly threw on some casual clothes she'd worn to the club and joined Gil Grisson in his car. He quickly drove them to a nearby "No-Tell" motel where he could get a room without fear of it becoming public knowledge. Even though Catharine was no longer working for him in CSI, Gil was still concerned about the image of him fucking his gorgeous former assistant shift chief.Gil laughed to himself as he got the key to their room. Catharine's choice of clothes when she'd been in CSI had. Helen would speak of a fond memory, then leave the thought unfinished and began telling of another.Then she would spin away from the window to pace the room. Her eyes flitted from one thing to another, never settling on Duncan though she was speaking to him. He finally realized she was talking, but not really to him. She needed a sympathetic listener, someone to make the experiences more real. She might not feel comfortable with him at the moment but she valued his ability to listen, to.