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"MAID IN FORM B"

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MAID IN FORM

"B"

TV SERIALS,

1993 SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING

I knelt by the large tub where Miss Cindy was reclining in masses of frothy bubbles and served her the champagne. was a little proud I had pleased her by thinking of it myself.

I stood up and picked up Miss Cindy's sleepwear off the floor while she soaked for awhile. It was all inside out and tangled up, and I straightened it all out.

"Excuse me, Miss," I said softly, "are these new? I haven't noticed them before." Miss Cindy laughed and said, "Yes, aren't they great? I just got them last night. Debbie and I were shopping and there they were I didn't even try them on. They're supposed to be to lounged in, I guess, but I put them on for bed.

I went to put the new things in the laundry. When I came back to the master bath, Miss Cindy told me to go ahead and soap up her legs and back for her.

I knelt by the tub and picked up a big, soft sponge. As I bathed her, Miss Cindy laid back and sipped her champagne and bit into a plump strawberry, the juice dribbling down her chin onto her full breasts. Right from the beginning she had seemed entirely used to being bathed by a servant, and was casual about the intimacy it entailed. It wasn't sexual of course, but it was often sensual nonetheless. Without gawking, I couldn't help but notice her nipples become erect and wrinkled into large pink knots.

I was sure that models were more comfortable with their bodies than the average woman. Actually, having me bathe her wasn't much different from being fussed over by all the make-up people and fashion assistants. She told me she was often only dressed in panties and a T-shirt while two or three people bent over her doing her make-up and brushing out her hair before a shoot.

AS I BATHED MISS CINDY'S LONG LEGS, I SAW OUR REFLECTION IN THE mirrored walls. It was a vision