His martial arts skills were over the top and we sparred for hours whenever he had the time. I felt safer with him than at any time since landing in R...ss’ body. Having handed my concerns off to the pro, I returned to the salon and joined our guests for dinner.Young, our Asian chef, produced a wonderful meal. The beef Wellington was well named and tasty. The women got a kick out of the play on words, and Baby Girl just enjoyed the food.Dinner conversation was pleasant but lacked much in the way. “It was chilly so I just threw something on,” she said. “But you can still help me choose an outfit for the day.”That, of course, involved taking off what she’d put on, and then she said it wasn’t fair that she was naked and I wasn’t. Then she was cold again and ‘remembered’ how warm it had been in bed.So we ended up in bed, touching each other everywhere and making out like teenagers. I teased her clit with my fingers and sucked her nipples. She surprised me completely by going down on me.. “Pull down your pants.”Diana fumbled with the button on her shorts and managed to undo it, but her hands were shaking so much that she had trouble grasping the tab on her zipper. Finally, with a great deal of concentration, she managed to unzip her shorts, but then her hands fell to her sides and she looked pleadingly at James...though she had no idea what, exactly, she was pleading for.James regarded her sympathetically and said, “I’ve already seen you naked, remember?” As if she could. As I hesitated, something odd happened. I suddenly became very aware of my situation. I looked up at the mirror, and saw a maid, dressed in a sensible serving-girl's uniform, grey with white trim, a full-length lacy white tea apron covering my bodice and front. I could feel my breasts, I became very aware of the stockings hugging my legs, of the bra straps wrapped around my shoulders, my waist cinch, the sensible cotton woman's panties cupping my hardening penis...And as if they had a mind of.