"You need to wear a uniform. If you do, and you do everything I ask of you, I'll give you a 300 percent pay rise." he said, handing her the package, "...ou can change in the store-room. Oh, and don?t wear a bra!"Starting at her feet, Liz would have to wear a pair of 6 inch high-heels, black stockings, black suspenders. The rest of the uniform was based on a maid's outfit. It consisted of a black, pleated mini-skirt that was so short it barely covered her backside, a white apron, and a white shirt. She melted into him, one hand going into his curly brown hair, the other intent on his belt. She pushed him back to get to his belt, dragging his pants and underwear off in one fluid motion. Her hand gripped his shaft, gluing her lips back to his. He tensed before groaning, ‘Ida.’ ‘Say it, Jon.’ ‘Ida, I need you.’ He rolled his hips up. Her hands paused. ‘No, what you said last night.’ Ida looked desperate. ‘He never says it.’ ‘I love you, Ida,’ Jon said between gritted teeth as her hand began. I put my phone on the charger and take the towel off and start rubbing lotion all over my body. Moving across my 38 C breasts making my nipples hard since the lotion plus me is freezing. I make my nipples hard and move down to my four pack stomach and rub the lotion in getting. After that is done I by pass my little girl and move to my freshly shaven legs rubbing the lotion in making my legs smooth. My little girl is begging for attention as I move towards my freshly shaven pussy and start. Nothing would happen; it was just a myth that you could sell your soul to the Tyrants for three wishes. The moonlight dimmed, and I glanced up, expecting to see a dark cloud pass across its white, pockmarked face. Other legends claimed men had walked across the moon, crossing the dark void. What complete—"Hello, Ysaak," a man said.I started, turning around. Two figures stood in the center of the crossroads. I hadn't heard anyone approach, no footsteps crunching on the gravel or the rustle of.