Alison leaned against the door, scooting away from her and she let out a breath. Well, at least she got her out of there. She looked over at her, taki...g in her attire. A short billowy skirt and form-fitting sequined top, hair up exposing her neck. She looked sexy as hell. She didn't normally dress like this. What was she doing out here with her co-workers? Alison didn't even like any of the people she worked with all that much, least of all that guy, who she now remembered was named John. . .then I licked his briefs up and down, smelling dried urine and boy smells...I couldn't hold out any longer so I pulled down his briefs to expose him dick and balls, then I jacked him off.as I was rubbing my hand up and down on his stiffie, his little bell end keeps poking out from the tip of his foreskin which is very silky smooth... so I gently pulled his foreskin down to release him and out popped about an inch of his pink smegma stained BOY MEAT... my ultimate dream is to suck my dez's. Iread stories of men who were forced into domestic service as maids. Ifound the idea of being put in this position incredibly exciting," hepaused as I returned and poured out the wine."Thanks Alice," he continued. "I started to search the web andeventually found a "Madam Zelda" in a nearby town who specialised intraining men to be maids. I was able to arrange to spend 7 days intraining with her," he patted the seat beside him, "come sit with me," Isettled myself down beside him, I must admit. "BethAnn pressed a little closer to him, almost trying to bury her head in his chest while absorbing the warmth of what they'd shared, and could possibly share again."Part of me won't leave here, you know," she opened up to him. "I won't forget you." Yes you will. Some guy will come along, sweep you off your feet, make you the happiest woman on earth, and I'll be a distant memory," he philosophized."Some guy did," she responded,"but it'll be a long time before he's just a memory to me", and.