Something amusing started to happen as he was patting almost my breasts. But I didn’t mind it. Now he took Mr. ,e on his shoulder and started pattin... my back. Now the amusement was still increasing as my breasts were pressing against his chest. Still no bad thoughts in both of our minds. I was not giving up. I didn’t know what went in his mind, he put me back on his lap & he kept his hands on his chest & said now drink this as if he was breast feeding. I got a shock & I stopped crying. He won. " She sounded unconvinced. "You looked pretty happy when I camein." He looked down in shame.She continued, "So you're a maid, but not a SISSY maid. Tell me, what'swrong with being a sissy maid?" I don't know, it just seems kind of... demeaning," he saiduncomfortably."I see." She thought for a moment. "But surely it's demeaning to bedressed in a maid's uniform and have to serve someone. Most people wouldfind that a little demeaning, don't you agree?" Um, I guess so," he replied uncertainly."And. ’ She let go of my head and turned in my arms aligning my gaze with her magnificent ass. I held on to her hips and she swayed them to each side, bending at the knee and thrusting back up next to my face. I love every inch of Mal’s body, but her ass is just amazing. I was transfixed and growled angrily when she knelt down, taking away my beautiful view. ‘Thomas!’ she scolded. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a menacing look. ‘My bra?’ I moaned while gathering up her almond hair and. Rummaging though my draws I find my old photo album, '1997 summer holiday', there I was on the beach, spilling out of my little bikini; and there was Paul the bastard.It's payday again and my monthly ritual begins, the tape measure tells it's own story. 40 - 30 - 42, my bust is still holding up but I have lost inches everywhere else; time for some new knicks again. For the first time I try on those Jeans, hey I can get in them, even if I can't do them up. I'm feeling good about myself now, and.