You know that I am rather fond of this sort of thing. An artist by nature, as well as profession, when I took up photography last year, it was with a ...ecret hope and longing that some sort of adventure might enliven my career in this fashionably patronised art.Suffice it to say, I shall write just as I thought, felt and acted. No concealment of admiration shall stop my pen; no recollection of my own culpability or rapture shall cause me to suppress the plain facts. You have told me of your. I settled into the routine of being a housekeeper. It was steady work.Everyone was nice to me. I was often mistaken for being a girl becauseMeka had my name 'La-La' embroidered on my aprons. It was OK. I sort ofliked being one of the girls. We had fun on breaks and during lunch.After 6 months as a housekeeper, it was time for my semi-annual review.This involved sitting down with Ms. Jones and Meka for an evaluation.Hopefully, they would talk about promotions etc.It was nothing like I. In the previous week,I'd made some modifications to the costume, some of necessity. As an adult,and a bit tall, my torso was too long for a "Tween" outfit, but I'd learnedthe trick of buying two costumes, and cutting out the skirt of one to addbeneath the skirt of the second, giving me a two-tiered skirt that didn'tshow too much. A short skirt was de rigeur for Halloween, of course.One part of the appeal of a clown costume was in another set ofmodifications I made. I'd bought the largest. Then you lean down and suck on one of my nipples, flicking your tongue over the tip. God, I can’t stand it. Every nerve in my body comes alive. And your hips ride my cock. I push you onto your back as I strip away the top of your nightie. I kiss you, your neck, your ear, your shoulders, your nipples, and your tummy button. I strip away your panties and my tongue finds the place where the sweet liquid flows from your body. The little button is erect and as my tongue flicks over it, it begins to.