Her alarm was about to go off but she'd already be for a while. She rolled over and stared at the clock. Emma had been on the luxury cruise ship for a...few years now and hasn't had much luck in the romance department. Sure there were a few choice on the boat, like Mr. Blanket, the creepy school counsler who liked to stalk her and Emma was pretty sure he'd been in her cabin, smelling her unwashed undies and stroking himself. And the was the closet homosexual Marion Moseby. Emma was pretty sure. "Ah, Victoria would you be so good as to tell this lady how long you'vebeen in my service?" Ever since I left school Mistress," the maid replied in a quiet breathyvoice and a curtsey."Have you ever done another job?" No Mistress." Another curtsey."Show this lady what you've got in your panties."Without hesitation the maid pulled down what proved to be a g-string,showing Jean a hair free area disappearing between the maid's legs, Whatwas missing was any sign of genitals. With a wave the maid was. ’ Can you imagine my sister telling such a heinous lie? But sadly, I believed her for one hot minute. That sounded exactly like the kind of thing my parents would do. They were crazy for Christmas. I should have called them but I didn’t. I bawled like a baby and threw out my Christmas tree. Literally, I just opened the window and pushed it out into the street below. I didn’t make any cookies either. Later on, I decided that’s probably what pissed Santa off the most. He loved my cookies! When I. “You dirty boy what have you done,” my voice was more raised. “I’m sorry Miss I didn’t mean to.” I rose from the chair keeping my feet tight together his warm cum was now sliding down over my feet eventually running between my toes. I now walked past him the turned to face his head, “Clean it up Now!” I demanded. Peter rolled over and began to lick from the tips of my toes his tongue struggling to part my toes as the straps of my shoes kept them quite tight. He traced up and down each strap.