Iespecially liked it when she did that to Juliet.One week, I looked at her."No maid's dress?" I said.She laughed. "It's too cliche," she said. "Every ...issy gets into a fuckingmaid's uniform. I thought I would spare you that." Maybe there's a reason it's a cliche. Maybe it's just so damn sexy withthe apron and the hat and the petticoats." Do you want one? I mean, really?" I think I do." If I buy you one, you're going to act as the maid. Clean, cook. Curtsy.All of it."Not all the time, okay?. "Take it easy, ladies, enjoy the weather and don't waste a great day by yelling, relax, it makes your day so much better !" The lady behind the wheel stopped the car and got out... she looked at me when I approached them and with her finger she gently touched her lips... I was a bit surprised, overwhelmed might have described it better........ She looked gorgeous, a stunning redhead with a tight t-shirt that showed a big double D cup, at least, with her nipples hard...her dress was in fact too. I was more than a little nervous. Seeing a"shrink" was not my idea of a fun day. I'd had to agree in order to keeppeace with the wife."Come in Michael and have a seat. Would you rather be called Mike?"asked the woman sitting behind a large wooden desk. She appeared to bebig boned, in her 50's, lightly frosted brown hair, and wearing a darkpurple blouse and a black shirt."What ever!" was my response as I wondered if she was wearing knee highblack boots? She reminded me of a dominatrix. This. MISS Donna?" ─ "Ja, genau so! Ist das nicht fair? Ich nenne Sie Miss, und Sie nennen mich Miss!" ─ "Na...freilich....Miss Donna" ─ "Sehr sch?n! Und nun ab an die Arbeit - die W?sche wartet! Meine W?sche liegt im Sklavenhaus vor meinem Bett!" Mit diesen Worten machte sie kurzerhand auf dem Absatz kehrt und lie? mich bel?mmert stehen.Es war besch?mend! Meine Sklavenzofe verlangte von mir, dass ich ihre Schmutzw?sche wasche! Mit hochrotem Kopf rauschte ich aus der K?che und sperrte mich erst.