She enjoyed his game; he is her master and she his slave. But on days like this, she is left to wonder what he has planned for her. She yearns for his...touch, his kiss and the sound of his voice. Just how long had she been waiting for his return?Finally, she hears his keys and the sound of his boots on the hardwood floor. The bedroom door opens behind her and she feels him enter the room. His footsteps approach her and she gasps as his cold hands touch her bare back. He kisses her neck creating. I go to the closet, Diane's closet, and remove the maids uniform from the closet and remove it from the plastic cleaners bag. My wife insists on me taking it to the cleaners. She says if I am to wear it, I must make sure it's clean. Her thoughts, I am sure, were to embarrass me into not dressing because I had to take things out for cleaning. Sorry honey, it did not work. I hang it on the hook on the back of the bedroom door, and slowly, almost religiously remove the plastic bag. This new. We would stop under every streetlight so that I could look at her. My T-shirts were kind of thick and the material soaked up a lot of rain before it become transparent and even then it was hard to see her light pink nipples and areola.Over the years my wife found some much thinner white T-shirts for girls. They had thin straps, no sleeves, and were almost transparent dry. She bought a few just for walking in the rain. Also over the years she gave birth to two children and her nipples got bigger. I could see her tongue was dripping with my lube. I felt an anxiety about her stopping, already so addicted to the feeling that I had to have more. “Don’t stop…” I whispered like a plea. I didn't think I was a lesbian, but I'd never tried sex with anyone before. Now that she was down on me, caressing my pussy with her tongue I couldn't think of anything else but wanting more of her.Anna brought her thumbs together to stroke my clit as she grinned. “I think you like this.” She was teasing me..