She comes back to the changing room with me. I strip offand sit there waiting while she goes and pays for the outfit. When she isdone, she brings it b...ck and I get dressed again. As we go to leave thechanging room I stop to pick up my jeans and t-shirt."Leave them. You don't need them anymore," Martha says as she leads meout by the hand.It's now her turn to choose me an outfit, and her selection ispredictably feminine. After trying on a few items, I end up with a knee-length, flowery dress with. “I think I can do that”“Well, show me, pretend I am at one of your tables and flirt with me”She stood up and then stepped away and back as if approaching me for the first time. “Hi there, how are you today, can I get you a drink?”“That wasn’t bad for a Denny’s, remember you want him to get excited about you and want you. Bend over and show me your cleavage while you take my order, whisper in my ear, do something that will make me hard”Her eyes popped open and she seemed surprised, “Look, I’m. ”Thinking she would pull away, Bobby removed his hands from her head. She reached around and grasped his butt cheeks and held him tightly as she sucked harder and took more of him into her mouth. Her finger nails dug into his butt as Bobby began to lose total control.“Oh, Colleen!” is all Bobby was able to say before his massive tool exploded. The first eruption shot hard into her throat almost making her gag. Bobby pulled out slightly as wave after wave of spasms and contractions shot streams. I was now being encouraged to think ofmyself as Simone the Maid.Eve had given me a feather duster and had me pose in various positions asI dusted the house. The feather duster was one of the most femininethings I had seen as it had to be used in what felt like a really gay way.The only Simone I had heard of was a French feminist and Eve kept alludingto feminism and empowerment and now she was encouraging me to think ofdressing as a French Maid as being part of some sort of repressed desire.