Then she handed me a dress and told me to putit on.It turned out to be some kind of a maid's uniform, only with amuch shorter skirt. In fact it was al...ost too short ?? you couldsee the tops of my stockings when I moved just right. Then shetold me to sit again and grabbed a pair of black patent pumpswith heels as high as hers and put them on my feet."Now walk, maid! Look at yourself in the mirror, you stupidbitch, and tell me that you like what you see!"I got up, a little wobbly at first, since. ’ I finished with a sound effect like the one from the murder scene in ‘Psycho.’ We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. I could feel a heat rising in my chest as her face softened. ‘I’ll check on your order,’ she whispered rising up. ‘Thanks,’ was all the lump in my throat would allow me to say. She stood and when her warm palm slid off my hand I felt a pang of loneliness in my heart like something that breaks the skin but then pulls out as quickly leaving behind the sting of. She watched the older female gobble up the ten inch hardened stick of male flesh like she was eating him inch by inch and she wiggled her ass in every direction to make certain he was touching her in all those places that she loved so much. Eventually, the male model took control as it was so designed to do and he steadied her hips for his determined pounding pace filling the small classroom with the slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the moans and groans of the female victim with a. ”“What?”“You heard me.”“No, Art…”“What are you tonight?”“Art, please!”“What are you tonight?!” I paused a moment, my body trembling under he pressure of his single hand. The other had began to caress my back, almost lovingly. It would have been soothing, under different circumstances.“I’m… yours.” My voice cracked. I had begun to resolve that this would be a terrifying evening.“That’s right. And tonight we are going to do things my way. Do you understand?”“Art?”“Do You!” He said as his hand.