”I stared up at him, my embarrassment fading as I tried to make sense of his words. He was talking in riddles again.“Welcomed? I don’t understan..., Jamir. What do you mean? And where is Jack? I’ve been looking for him all morning.”“I took your husband back to the vehicle we abandoned,” he eventually told me. “He should be back at your hotel now.”Disbelief creased my face. “No, that’s not possible. Jack wouldn’t have abandoned me here,” I countered.“I told him he must make the journey himself. As soon as I dress I return to your office and again I'm photographedthen told to stand at attention with my head bowed down as you downloadthe photos to your computer, edit them, then load them up to a websitethat shows the days activities, starting with me nominally as a male andending with me shown in my French Maid's uniform. Then the before and after photos are uploaded to a commercialbefore/after transformation website with a link back to all of my photos.My humiliation is. She let her dressing gown fall off her shoulders as my hands ran over her shoulders and down her arms, she said she had wanted this for ages but the moment was never quite right. She started to unbuckle my belt and undo the button on my trousers the zipper was next and she pulled that down to. It was all very quick but in no time we were both naked just staring at each other. I told her to wait, let us look at each other and how we had changed and grown how she had developed into a beautiful. He was turned more, laid me on the bench, pulled up my shirt and bra and started massaging my boobs, now skin to skin. That was an immense feeling. He was playing with nipples as well, which sent current through my body.After a while, I felt his lips and tongue on my right nipple, while he was groping my left boob and right thigh. He was sucking, licking, biting and nibbling my nipple. I was moaning like hell.After a while, he altered his position to other nipple, other boob and other thigh. He.