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By the time I was out of my uniform in my room, I could hear my mistress being passionately made love to by her strong, virile boyfriend. Miss Cindy screamed and moaned with pleasure as she was mating with her new man.

I was cranky. Like the dutiful maid I had become, my first thought was what a total mess the lovers must be making of the pretty silk sheets. (To say nothing of Miss Cindy's silk teddy!) Of course, the two lovers were totally unconcerned with such trivial matters. They'd be out playing tennis tomorrow afternoon, while I was tied in my rubber apron toiling away in the laundry room hand laundering their silk sheets!

I slowly dressed in my frothy baby-doll nightie with the prissy, ruffled-rear panties. Sighing, I slipped between the pink rubber sheets of my little bed. Through the wall between my little room and the master bedroom, I could hear the lovers enjoying themselves in Cindy's big bed.

Miss Cindy was pretty vocal, and from the sounds coming through the wall it was obvious she loved being had by her boyfriend. With considerable jealousy, I had to think that he was very good in bed in everything she did, Miss Cindy only seemed to choose the best.

With frustrated desire, I reached into my soft pink panties and began to touch my insignificant, flaccid maleness. Moments later, my panties wet and sticky from my childish actions, I rolled onto my tummy and squirmed in my bed. My messy panties squished harmlessly against my rubber sheets, which by my mistress' design were impervious to the results of a sissy's little bedtime "accidents." I sighed heavily with intense jealousy, my wet panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

As I desperately tried to fall asleep, burying my head in my plump, pillow, I heard my pretty mistress reach yet another satisfying climax at the hands of her lover! I took a deep, halting breath and softly began to weep myself to sleep.

It made me feel meaningless knowing Miss Cindy was in bed with her lover.

I could see her cuddled close in his arms, a sexually-satisfied smile on her face. In my dream, (or nightmare!) she was sighing softly and drifting contentedly off to sleep. Her pretty silk teddy was tossed on the floor, a testament to her nakedness in bed. How I wished I were with her.

CHAPTER TWELVE

MAID IN FORM "B" -53

SOMETHING MUST HAVE CLICKED.

Miss Cindy's boyfriend, Frank began to spend every weekend with her. And Wednesday nights, Cindy would often stay over at his place, leaving poor little me alone. I had some difficulty getting used to this new presence in Miss Cindy's household. For some reason, it was more demeaning picking up boxer shorts off the bedroom floor than Miss Cindy's sexy little panties.

Miss Cindy encouraged Frank to bring his laundry over for me to do for him on the weekends. Unfortunately, I often found myself in the somewhat humiliating position of ironing Miss Cindy's boyfriend's shirts while she and Frank were in the living room, 'petting' on the sofa. Cindy even had me press his boxer shorts for him. Was my life with the breathtaking, celebrated model worth this much embarrassment? Anyway, I seemed to stay week after week, doing their bidding.

My weekends were now much busier than before. Frank would always dump piles of his laundry on the floor of my room Friday night. And almost everything he wore was cotton and needed to be ironed, too.

I also had two people to wait on now, instead of just one. I'd be helping Miss Cindy in her room, and Frank would call for me to get him something from the kitchen. I'd have to hurry in to get him what he wanted and then scurry back to help Miss Cindy.

Miss laughed when this happened once and told me, “I read a story about some rich people when I was a girl, Cissie, and there was a line that said, 'their big house came complete with hot and cold running maids.' I always thought it was a neat line. Anyway, you scurrying back and forth between Frank and I reminded me of it.

But the nights were the hardest, of course. It was unbearable to have to hear Miss Cindy moan and squeal with delight as Frank filled her with his passion. And it seemed the two of them were almost constantly making love to each other! I tossed and turned in bed and stuffed cotton in my ears, all to no avail. I could still hear and sometimes even feel them in the master bedroom. And even when I couldn't hear them, I'd get curious and begin to listen for the slightest sounds of their lovemaking it was maddening!

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