She grinned and shook her head as she began to run her fingers down theside of my cheap maid's dress. She stared up into my eyes and said,"You know, ...irl, you're whole wardrobe costs less than one of yourmaster's Brooks Brothers suits."I blushed and nodded, excited about being spoken to as if I was a maid,as Isabella spoke as if Frank Fearnley was not the person standingbefore her in a maid's uniform.I laughed at her comment as I pulled at the ill fitting dress. Isabellasmirked as she said,. Becky seized the opportunity to scream for help but found her mouth very quickly stuffed full of a cloth, muffling her attempt. Then he wrapped the black strip around her head, tying it securely in the back.“I told you to shut the fuck up. Make another sound and you’ll regret it,” he said, his voice filled with anger. “Are you gonna be a good little whore and keep your dirty mouth shut?”She nodded her head in agreement.“Smart move, guess you aren’t as dumb as you look!” he said, taking her. I smiled. Her nipples were now very hard and pushed against the material. Now what am I supposed to do? I am all wet. she said, feigning anger. I knew what to say next. well&hellip,&hellip,.you could just take it off. I know I wouldnt mind and I doubt Bob would care. We turned to see his reaction. He was put on the spot, but you could tell he was enjoying the show. I dont mind, he said. Its your house, do what you want. She looked at me and I nodded to her. She then reached down and grabbed. I literally just got there and had barely greeted somefriends and I got ripped on."Wish I could come in again?" Was the lame best I could do follow upline. I won't get into it in this story, but that and some of the jokesthat have gone along with some of this still follow me around. Thosethat know me personally know exactly what I mean, and please keep it toyourself.So literally it didn't bother me, but was more annoying having toexplain over and over all that happened was that a stupid fuzzy.