I wasn't in amaid's outfit or anything."Let me just get this apron on you, and we can begins your training."And with that, she tied a very short white...apron around my waist. As Isaid, I wasn't dressed as a maid. More as an old Victorian lady or anextra right out of one of them eighteenth or nineteenth movies.She pulled me over to the dressing table and starting doing up my hairand make up. She put my hair up behind in a single bun in back, and usedtwo chopsticks and slipping them in at angles. I tilt my head on one side and follow the inviting voice, the sooner I find someone the quicker the game will end or so I thought? I walk with my hands outstretched not knowing the layout of the room, this is a colleagues house and I have never visited before drunk or sober. I feel my way along the sofa, the male voice taunts me, I wonder to myself if I know this person? I reach the wall and turn leaning my back against it for support, it feels cold against my naked skin as I’m only wearing a. “Go shower” she said “and shave your body.” I said yes Mistress and went upstairs, hopped in the shower and began shaving. Tara appeared a few minutes later as I was finishing my chest. “Give me the razor.” She said and began shaving me. Normally I keep my cock, balls, and chest shaved but Tara was doing everything. She started at my neck and worked all the way down to my feet, even getting my ass crack. I was so smooth, it was incredible. “Bend over slut.” Tara said, and I complied. She then. I informed her that I was now living with Karen and she seemed sort of disappointed but hid it well. I later learned they had a serious falling out. Then I told her that my union had been on strike for several weeks and that I wasn’t getting as much work as I would have liked to. She then asked me if I would take her out for dinner and a movie or something because her father was going to be drunk anyway when she got home and she really needed a friend these days. I asked her if she had.