Then with steely cold eyes she’d said softly, “Rachel, I had hoped that having an attentive well-hung dog would be enough to keep you satisfied! I... I find you getting fresh with Brad again, I’ll see to it that you return to College.”She’d paused looking disparagingly at Brad, then to me again adding, “Now button-up your blouse Rachel and leave us while I talk with Brad.”Mother had made it obvious I had been guilty of rustling her man! I felt so utterly foolish.In a tearful mist of humiliation. I trust you to have my interests at heart. I also trust you not to abuse my trust in you. Look at us now. You are both sitting here nude and I am sitting here showing off what matters. There is trust in this – both ways. Isn’t that a natural equality. ‘Any French maid’s costume is obviously meant to be flirtatious, playful, provocative and downright seductive. There is also a subservient aspect to it. It is supposedly a servant’s costume. This one is over the top. Way over the top. By wearing. I get a peek under your shimmery sleeveless blouse, noting the white, sheer lacy bra.I don't say a word, overcome. I lean into you, lace my fingers into your shoulder-length blonde hair and pull your lips to mine. I tease your lips with my tongue, pressing us together passionately. My other hand goes to your knee and slides up the warm skin, under your skirt and quickly to the panel of your panties.I am demanding, probing, pushing your panties aside and parting your labia with my fingers as I. “Who would believe this, looking at the dumpy outside. Your apartment is incredibly beautiful. I wouldn’t alter a single thing.” Linda was starry eyed now!“So, it meets with your taste and approval?”“Perfectly! Are you going to invite me now?”“Invite you?”Linda dropped her things and closed the distance between us. She pressed her luscious body to mine, encircled me with her arms, and stared into my eyes. “You want me.” she said confidently.“Very much!” I hugged her.“Oh, you want me sexually,.