I caught him looking me up and down, his eyes lingering on my erect nipples, so I smiled and sauntered away, I was working up quite a sweat when he kn...cked on the garage door.It’s only neighborly to invite him in, but I was in the middle of my run on my treadmill, he stood there, watching. Slowly he moved towards me, mumbling something about a hammer. Next time I look up he stood in front of me, watching my tits, looking down I’m surprised to see how huge this old guys cock is, it’s in his hand. The next thing I knew, the wife saw it. And they had a huge fight over it. He had a hard time explaining to her that I (since I was a lot younger than him) was just showing it to him, asking if it looked too daring or not for the public. Lame, I know. He told his wife that we're just friends and that was just a "brotherly gesture". I didn't know what happened next. All I know was we got busted and was prohibited from seeing each other.It almost broke my heart and both Peter and I were. Those are mine. They are a mark of my servitude to the King, she explains before her turning her gaze toward the dress in my hand, To wear such finery would be… heresy. You are my servant now, are you not? I ask forcefully, before softening my voice and adding, You are my friend, are you not? Gobsmacked, she does not reply. Think of it however you wish, I say, As a uniform or a gift but either way, Im burning those bindings of yours. I say this with a smile and hand her the dress. Reluctantly,. I had to think that Brenda told Paul her (my) bra size.At this point I doubted she would tell me even if it was true, so therewas no point even asking her. I decided to just accept it.The other box contained a beautiful brown wig. I took off what I had onand put on my maid's dress along with my new pink tennis shoes. I tookthe wig out of the box and put it on. I went to look at myself in themirror. I almost squelled with delight about how much I looked like agirl with wig and breasts. It was.