I'm there to serve whilst looking nice; to get me to unclog toilets or scrub a house from top to bottom defeats the point. I'm there to make lunch for...rich, young professionals who want a show at the same time, to answer the door at a certain type of party and flirt just enough to get the mood going. I'm sure you can picture what I mean.It's not a job for life, let's make no bones about that. A job to give me some financial stability whilst studying my tight little ass off and funding a few. Must be why I have been feeling so low on energy lately. I work twelve-hour shifts five days a week as overnight security for this telecommunications company located in Kanata North, about an hour from downtown Ottawa. I’ve got to take three buses to get to work. I live in the East End of Ottawa, in an area called Vanier. I’m about a ten-minute walk from the Saint Laurent Mall. To get to school, I catch the perpetually unreliable number nine bus heading to Hurdman, and catch the number four. The lukewarm streams flowed together over the curved mass of her late seventh-month baby bump and converged on the bare naked mound of her shaved and swollen vulva. Her right hand found her heavy left tit and started to palm her swelling nipple with a soft circular motion. Her left hand seemed to move on its own, fingertips touching and exploring each curve as it moved downwards over her big rounded belly and then even lower to her always hungry, never satisfied cunt. The beautiful 5’2”,. She saw my lingerie and commented on how pretty they looked and how the Dr. will really like them since they are a lot prettier than last year. Like the previous year she took my blood pressure and asked me how I was doing and if I had any concerns. She then asked me if I still had the same bf and how he liked my sissy appearance. Caught me a little off guard when she said "sissy" and I kind of looked at her and she just grinned and said well you are aren't you? not much I could say to that.