’Jean descends the stairs in a very revealing maid’s outfit that hardly covers her bottom, black fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. She is carr...ing a feather duster and playfully twirls it around my crotch. ‘Right, let’s get started’ I say, ‘Jean; I want you to dust the stairs and be sexy about doing it.’‘Yes boss’ she says and salutes me with the duster.The Master, the Madam and the MaidAction…I film the maid dusting the stairs, panning from her high heels to her bare ass with that thin. As I got older it became easier to dress more frequently. After my divorce, I had the chance to dress every week. I got makeup, shaved my body, got high heels, jewellery, wigs, perfume. I used to put a mirror next to me and sit looking at myself for hours.”“And what about sex. Did you ever think about having sex with a guy with yourself as the girl, or are you straight?”“Well, I was about to tell you that I have had thoughts and after years of thinking and playing with myself, I started using. Even as she feel‘s her juices start to flow and her clit hood swell slightly even scared her body betrays her as she gets hot She curse’s and scream’s at him to stop the gag wadding and hood muffling it greatly as her body quivers in fear and loathing as she wriggles on the bed.Every time she tries to sit up he pushes her back down.She hears the sound of a zip moving and then his weight landing on the bed between her legs.She realizes she can`t stop him bound gagged and hooded like this and her. ” I wanted to stop her. I really, really tried. But I couldn’t move. Only my legs appeared to have a mind of their own, because the parted easily with the touch until they were spread almost completely to the side. My muscles rippled where her soft fingers touched me, trailing closer and closer to the tops of my thighs. My heartbeat thundered, and I heard the rush of blood in my ears. “Let me thank you properly for putting me in my place,” she growled. “Don’t. Please. I’m not…” “I know. That’s.