My legs looked great. I made a good-looking maid. I went to the kitchen and prepared lunch. I made sure that I heldmy hands with a limp wrist and sway...d my hips. I entered the living room makingsure that I curtsied and announced Mistress lunch is being served. She came overto the table as I moved the chair so she could sit. I served her lunch standingbehind her making sure she didn't require anything. My training seemed to begoing well.Mistress Vicki said I could clean up and then start to. I was thinking to myself all night long: “What is your problem? I must be going crazy”. He would play with me all the time and find little ways to touch me, whether it was poking me in my belly, stroking my arm when we was standing next to me, or rubbing my back when walking pass. This is how he changed me: he’s my first cousin, so I could not be open about how much I wanted him, and I could not open up to anyone about my feelings for him. I wanted him so badly, maybe even more. ” “Jaz,” the voice resonated in my head pulling me from my pleasant slumber. “What?” I muttered. “You said you wanted to get to the salon early,” my mother stated. I gently rolled onto my side to look at the alarm clock. "Oh my God it's 10:40, how did I sleep so late!" I yelled as I launched myself from the bed and ran into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, ran a washcloth over my body, pulled my hair back, sprayed some light perfume over myself, throw the short sundress that was lying in the. I hadn't shaved in a while and Maria asked if she could shave me. She disappeared for a few seconds and came back with foam and a razor. I took up the spot where she had been on the counter and with some warm water she massaged my cock and balls before taking great care to give me a real close shave.Maria then took a bottle of baby oil from her shopping adn began to quirt it all over her breasts and belly massaging it into herself at first but then rubbing her breasts up and down my throbbing.