Master!" and a series of convulsions washed over her before she collapsed on her side on the bed.In her spasms she had pulled herself right off me. Th...ough her panting she gasped, "Sorry Boss ... I couldn't ... hold on ... do you want to ... get back ... in me again?" Just stay there," I murmured. I tugged her hips towards me and pushed her knees up to her chest. The sight of her luscious nether lips protruding between the tops of her thighs and her bottom was irresistible. I tentatively pushed. Mistress Stern was no fool, and said.?Mmm, well I think I’ll leave that for the moment.? She smiled knowingly and moved on. ?Michelle, ma cherie, and how is my naughty French maid?? She asked and the young girl smiled demurely, but with a twinkle in her eye. She was the image of French beauty, tall, about 5 feet 10 inches with a slim, long limbed physique. She had long mousy hair pulled back loosely and tied at her neck. ?Bonjour maitresse,? she said and pecked her mistress on both cheeks.. Com so I'm not sure how everything works, this story will be a work in progress. Hope you enjoy it.-=-=-=-You fumble blindly for your clock as the alarm goes off, waking you from a deep sleep. Switching the alarm off you sit up in bed and run your hand through your chaotic hair, trying to force it into some form of order. You step out of bed and glance at yourself in the small mirror on your wall. Your green eyes stare out at you from your plain face. Your brown hair is muddled as always,. He was trying to figure out the tire jack. He was about twenty-five, skinny large rim glasses. I stopped to help. I asked if he needed some help. I could tell he didn't know what to do. His wife got out of the car. GD, She was a fox. She spoke to me in broken English with a French accent. Thank you for stopping to help.She said her name was Suzette. Suzette was wearing a low cut neckline thin T-shirt and no bra. She was showing about 7 to 8'' of the best cleavage known to mortal man. Her.