Thursday, January 24, 2013

Waiting For Me

My wife had laid out the ground rules before her boss arrived for dinner.  I would serve them dressed in my French maid's outfit.  Then, after undressing her, almost completely, I'd fluff her boss for her while she went to our bedroom to wait for him. 
This way, she explained, he would feel comfortable knowing that I approved his spending the night.
 I could almost feel her watching me, on my knees, sucking him as she went upstairs to wait for him.

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