54 -TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "B"

Everything smelled like semen and sex: the sheets, her panties, his shorts, the bedroom, everything.

Miss Cindy insisted that I be every bit as respectful toward her boyfriend as with her. I had to say "Yes, Sir," and curtsy in response to any orders he gave me. Although at first he had been shy about ordering me around, he unfortunately got over his initial hesitation. Soon he had me scurrying around the apartment fetching snacks and cold beers for him as he watched football on TV.

As the fall unfolded, Miss Cindy began to go shopping Sunday afternoons with her girlfriends while her boyfriend lounged on the couch. I found it especially unsettling to have to wait on him hand and foot while Cindy wasn't even home.

For awhile, Frank wouldn't even allow me to see his girlfriend nude. Miss Cindy kidded him about his jealousy toward a sissy, but on the weekends she'd dress and bathe herself to please him. In a month or so, (just before I was about to quit), Frank realized that I was certainly no threat, so I was once again allowed to be Cindy's personal maid.

Saturday mornings Miss Cindy would take long, leisurely bubble baths while Frank was out playing racquetball. Once she reached down under the bubbles and stroked herself with her hand right in front of me as she stretched sexily and sighed.

"Frank's such a guy! He's so good at making love, Cissie," Miss Cindy purred as she closed her eyes and arched her back, her breasts and hardening nipples sticking up through the soft clouds of bubbles. "I love being full of his seed," she moaned.

Blushing very deeply, I suddenly felt that I couldn't even breathe. It was unbelievably frustrating and upsetting to hear Miss Cindy talk about her lovemaking with Frank, especially while her tantalizing, wet body was inches away in the tub.

Miss Cindy didn't really notice my distress or didn't care. She was busy thinking of her lover's touch pouring hands full of water over her ripe nipples. For a moment I was afraid she might begin to masturbate right in front of me, but Cindy snapped out of her dreamy state and told me she was ready to get out of her tub.

As I patted her dry, I could see she was still a little turned on from her thoughts. Her stiff nipples caught at the silk kimono I helped her into. When Frank returned later that morning, Miss Cindy unceremoniously kicked me out of her bedroom.

MAID IN FORM "B" – 55 "Get out of here, Cissie. Go do the dishes or something. Hurry up, O.K.? Go!"

I went to the kitchen and started doing the breakfast dishes. As I stood at the sink, I heard them in the bedroom screwing each other's brains out! I ran my hands down along the bib of my apron, feeling my nipples tighten in the lacy spheres of my brassiere.

THE COUPLE STILL WENT OUT ON DATES MOST SATURDAY NIGHTS. Only now I had to help both of them to get ready. I'd help Miss Cindy first because she took the longest. All I had to do for Frank was make sure his things were ready and lay them out for him.

Frank would sometimes hand me his heavy leather shoes while he headed for the shower.

"Put a shine on these for me, Cissie," he'd say casually. Cindy would walk in and giggle when she saw me polishing Frank's shoes. She thought it was cute somehow that I had to do things like that for her lover.

Frank and Cindy