That money had then been carefully laundered through a series of trades on dark exchanges, and finally wound up in numbered offshore accounts. The tra...sactions had been well hidden, but the evidence that Mr. Jameson had pieced together was compelling. Hell. It was more than compelling. It was irrefutable!Except these were HER accounts, and she knew that she had done nothing wrong! She knew that she was innocent. But looking at the evidence, she also knew that no one else would ever believe. I was wearing aFrench maid's outfit when there were two women in the room who would havelooked better in it than me.I told them as much.Andrea told me I was being sexist again and as a penalty she would notunzip me and I would have to spend Sunday dressed as a French Maid too.By the time I finished the ironing I fell asleep on the sofa.I woke the following morning still in my Maid's uniform when Andrea saidwe were going out for a photoshoot. I reluctantly agreed and got intothe car. Wearing. So fucking hot." The woman in blue said softly, barely audible to me only a few dozen feet away. As I watched her my own hand, almost of its own accord unzipped my pants and fished my rock hard cock out, slowly stroking it as I stared at the nude woman in front of me. The woman in the blue dress stepped to the side, taking her purse and setting it on a shelf about waist high, placing it carefully so one end of it pointed toward the nude woman on the dog food bags. She stepped toward the woman. The window opposite mine was dark today. Sometimes it wasn’t. Sometimes fate tempted me there, too. A woman lived in that house, alone as far as I knew. She had a habit of doing the housework in her underwear, and many times I’d been treated to the unexpected sight of her huge boobs wobbling in her bra as she pushed a hoover back and forth over the carpet. Once, to my shame, she had spotted me looking. The expression on her face as she had firmly closed the curtains still made my face burn,.