" I was shocked. I had to go to the neighbor's housesdressed this way? A few tears began to trickle down my cheeks asMother gathered up the second box...and took it upstairs to her room,leaving me standing in the kitchen, sobbing softly.So for the next week or so, I wore the French Maid's uniform wheneverI was not in bed. I rapidly learned to accommodate the 5 inch spikeheels and Mother was constantly offering me suggestions as to how towalk, and act, and talk to my employers, and enter and leave. Greg pulled out his phone and took photos of my crotch sitting on the bar stool with legs splayed. My beautiful Richard could never have believed I could be such a slut for someone else but I’m sure he’d approve. However I’d decided to keep this a secret from him for the time being. When we went to the table, Greg insisted I lift my skirt to sit giving the waiter a real eyeful of bare pussy through the gap in my lace hose. I’m sure he was gay but I got a very knowing look and smile from him as. We walked them out to their car, and said our goodbyes. After they pulled out of the driveway, we walked back into the house. We went up to the bedroom and Keith said, ‘Take off all of your clothes, Kitten, I want you naked before I come back in.’ He walked into the bathroom and I thought, ‘Uh-oh, I wonder what he has planned for me tonight.’ I could hear the water running, but it was too much water for the sink and didn’t sound like the shower. It could only be the big bath tub. Maybe this. It sounded like she made a small moan when I got up to leave, but it could have been my imagination and I needed to make the run.She was still out when I returned, so I resumed dribbling water onto her lips and began slowly removing the tatters of her dress so I could get to the places where she needed the cream. I also wanted to maneuver her around to be able to get her whole body submersed in the cool stream water to reduce her core temperature, but I thought it would be better to take it in.