The makeup took longer. I still struggled a bit with my eyes. The hair waseasy. I wore it up when I was in my maid uniform.Taking the heels in my hand..., I made my way downstairs. I never wore shoeswhen Mistress slept. I didn't want to wake her up.I walked into the kitchen, and Phyllis was there already."Hello, fiance," I said softly."Hi sweetheart," she said. She leaned in and kissed me, quickly at first,then longer. "Will you put the coffee on. I'll get the omelettes."I let my hands linger. I. But seeing them next to each other brought a whole new set of variables to the equation. Laura was beautiful, but Tammy Joe was just plain sexy.Laura was the kind of woman you'd put into an evening gown or a little black dress and go to a gala or a party with. Every man there would envy you when you walked in with her on your arm. But Tammy Joe was the kind of woman that as soon as you saw her, you just wanted to fuck her. You needed to fuck her. It was something written into every man's and. .. sor... sorry, sir... I'm... so... sor... sor... ry... ssir... for... los-ing cont-rol." But did you like it? Did you enjoy it, Lucy?" Ye... ye... y-e-s-s, sir." That was very true. She did like it. She enjoyed the climax very much."In that case, don't say sorry, Lucy. I'm glad you liked it and enjoyed it." But sir... I shouldn't enjoy doing these things because I'm married." I'm married too, Lucy... but I enjoyed it... so, it's alright, dear. " Do you think so, sir?" Yes, and I thank you. Without saying anything else, she began unfastening the laces to my boots, pulling each one off. I unfasted my BDU trousers, and she helped me out of them, stripping off my socks in the process. There was no way to hide the attention she had generated in my crotch. She placed her hand on the tent that had formed in my boxer shorts and squeezed my erection.“Mmmmm,” she hummed, as she slipped on to the bed, straddling me, her knees digging in on either side of my hips, her pussy hovering right.