Magic of some sort is the only explanationthat makes any sense. I'm standing, in a hotel room somewhere, I take it,while he lies in bed. I look at my...elf in the mirror while he smirks. Idon't know how I got here.I used to be a man. But now I'm wearing a peach-colored maid's uniform,with a white apron and black stockings and shoes. My hair is long. I knowI'm wearing a bra and panties underneath the uniform.But that's not all. The worst is I can feel my breasts, probably C-cups,and that I have. I smiled and said yes I would like to have a permanent driver. It was late as 3 midnight and we had some food and when he dressed he asked me for last blowjob which I agreed and he kept fucking ma mouth for sometime and then said you are a nice piece of meat and jijaji must be proud of your slutty nature.Hope guys you have enjoyed the incident. See you soon..hooked her blouse and bra hooks and the big boobs jumped out. I held them in hands and told” aunty your boobs are like big mangoes and I. Well it was a hectic week getting all the arrangements in place, the reservations, the tickets, packing, arranging a car while we were in Vegas, and all the other shit I had to do before i left. We were leaving Monday morning, so Friday night, Bob wanted to take me out for our "farewell" date. I couldn't believe this guy, he went all out, He hired a limo, with a driver, brought me roses and champagne, we drove to that cozy place near by that has the best grill your own staeks and had a lovely. His face showed no hint of smile, only a firm confidence in her and his faith in her. "You could not be more beautiful to me, little one." She could not help herself. Her head whipped around and her hands flew to her face as she began to sob, her fingers quickly soaked with her tears. In a movement as sure and deliberate as the step of a Russian guard, he moved before her and enclosed her in his strong and protective arms, calming her spasms of joy and relief and clutching her steadfastly to.