My normal outfit is a corseted French maids that leave my tits exposed. The skirt and petticoats are split in front to allow my cock to poke out. Alon... with garters, black hose and 4 inch stiletto shoes. A satin apron and frilly hat top it off. I'm required to bath, apply make-up and help dress my two Mistresses. I'm also to serve the food and drinks as needed. Being the perfect maid, I'm required to curtsey when needed and in every room of the household is a curtsey station. It is a small bar. My heart pounded so hard I was gasping for breath in the hot sun. Nicole pulled my cock from her mouth still stroking it with her hand. Her other hand scooped up my cum from her tits. She licked her fingers clean and went back for more, licking my cum off of her tits and smiling the entire time.Nicole got up, dragging me behind her. She dropped the tail gate and pushed her pants down to her boots. She pulled at her boots but quickly gave up, sitting her ass on the edge of the tailgate. “Suck my. ." Thomas stopped as the door opened and he looked up as his chief of staff walked in, "Yes, Andrew?" Sorry to intrude, Sir, but you have a communiqué from Victory," reported Andrew Davis as he came to a stop in front of the desk. The hand in front of him held out a folded paper.Reaching out his hand, President Thomas Kincaide took the paper and read it with a smile growing on his usually stern face, and then he issued his orders."Good, tell Victory it's a go." Yes, Sir," Andrew said and walked. Pretty cool eh?"You can take the back off and fit a canoe inside of it. Pulling stuff out of a box when you have blue screen capabilities isn't that tough. Pulling out a cold beer with an oven mitt with dry ice inside the bottle? "You got a cold one in there?" 'Uh, yeah, just a second. Don't burn your lip on it, let it warm up a bit.' "Man, that's cold!" 'Yeah, coldest beer in the world, matter of fact. We put a super cooler inside the old Kelvinator and can get it down to damn near absolute.