And in my sheltered life, most of it didn’t. He had asked me out several times, but each ended in a polite smile and a no. I wasn’t ready for a co...mitment or anything. I’ve always been told I’m a free spirit that would take years to tame down. He would back off the topic, and I knew he was hurt but didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had. Finally one day I decided to pursue the topic. ‘Jeremy, why do you want to go out with me?’ I asked in the middle of a conversation that had nothign to do. Being a maid, serving my master... That's what I like to do. Now this storyis more recent... it's about what happend on December 31 2004... on new yearseve! Some exciting things happened... I spend new years eve with a good friend of mine, and his girlfriend. I metthem years ago on the web, because they are into the maid fantasy as well,and we have been close friends ever since. Ofcourse, we are not only friends...but we 'play' as well. I like to be his maid, together with his girl. And sowe. As I wetted, I could insert my fingers into my hole, and I masturbated as I stood at the edge of the sofa where dad lay, my eyes drifting back and forth.I was drifting as I could feel myself building, my denims had slipped down my thighs, and my legs were straining to be free of them, so I eased them off and my panties dropped to my ankles, where I stepped out from them, leaving the whispy material around one ankle.I lifted my free leg onto the arm of the sofa, over dad's head, if he should. I moaned some and he shot his load, I asked him what was wrong. He said it was me, I said, “what do you mean its me?” He looked at me and told me he knows I fucked someone or made out with someone. He then pointed at my neck, Don sucked on my neck while we were fucking, he must left a hickey there. I just laid there not saying anything, not sure if I should tell him I fucked his friend or what. He was mad, told me he didn’t want to talk about it and asked me to sleep on the couch. I took my.