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Thursday shoot. As Miss Cindy's maid, it was my job to pack her bag for her overnight excursions to her boyfriend's place.

Miss Cindy would always remind me to be sure to pack her diaphragm, embarrassing me to no end. She'd giggle and tease me when she saw me blushing. I would usually pack a pair of her Guess? jeans, and a T-shirt or sweater, along with a nice bra and a pair of panties for Cindy to wear on Thursday. She'd also have me pack at least one sexy little ensemble for her to wear to bed with her boyfriend, of course.

I tried to keep myself very busy with the housework while she was gone, often working until I was exhausted Wednesday night. It was very lonely sleeping in the maid's room while Miss Cindy was away overnight. As bad as having to hear Miss Cindy make love with Frank, it was almost better than being left completely alone.

Miss Cindy told me she was happy I had been able to make the transition to being a couple's maid. She had been afraid I might have a resurgence of silly pride and leave her when confronted with her steady lover. She had become dependent on my service and said she would have missed me if I'd gone. "It would have been a shame to lose you over something as useless as misdirected pride," Cindy told me one morning as I packed her things for her night at Frank's place. "I mean, it's not like you're in competition with him or anything," she added with a giggle, "You're the maid and he's the man. You maybe more important to me than he is! There's men by the millions. . .a good maid is priceless!"

She giggled at her joke, then she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

"You're so much fun to tease, Cissie," she laughed. "But I want you to know that I like you very much." She rarely hugged me, and I was happy she'd said she liked me. I smiled. in spite of the hard time I was having getting used to my life as a couple's maid.

Oddly, after I got used to the new situation it wasn't as horrible as it might sound. One Wednesday morning as Miss Cindy told me to pack her latest little silk teddy, I surprised us both by blurting out a suggestion.

"Why don't you wear your white satin bustier and little G-string Miss; and stockings and heels. You look so hot in them!"

Miss Cindy immediately smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "What a thoughtful maid you are. And you're right,

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of course, Cissie. Go ahead and pack my bustier and things Frank will go crazy when he sees me in it!

I felt like a fool after I'd made my suggestion. What was happening to me? I had actually suggested Miss Cindy wear something that was sure to drive her lover crazy. Considering the circumstances, I should have suggested an ugly flannel nightgown. Frank would make love to her all night if she wore what I'd suggested.

It hadn't been easy to get used to being a couple's maid. Listening to Miss Cindy make love with her boyfriend at night was extremely tough on my ego, and the lonely Wednesday nights weren't much fun either. But doing all the housework and laundry wasn't much different from before. And saying "Yes, Sir" to Frank and fetching him things was really no big deal, once I got used to it.

But it was fortunate I got used to Miss Cindy's boyfriend, because he soon became much more than just another boyfriend!

A few months after they'd begun staying together on the weekends Miss Cindy popped in one Thursday evening. I was happy to hear her come in because she'd been gone since Wednesday morning, having stayed over at Frank's. As I hurried down the hall and into the living room, I saw her standing there smiling at me, her left hand held out with her fingers wiggling.

"Oh, Cissie... Look, I'm engaged!" she said joyously. I managed to smile, but my stomach felt tight and funny. She excitedly pulled me over to the light to show me her ring. The large, brilliant diamond shone brightly on her finger it was beautiful!

That night I had a hard time sleeping. "I guess this will be the end of all this strangeness," I thought. I was relieved but also sad. I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing Miss Cindy and not living with her anymore.

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expanded. Miss Cindy wanted to spend more time alone with Frank. And she wanted to spoil him in anyway she could. "I think you should spend a little time at Frank's place, Cissy. It'd be nice for you to do his housework for him. Maybe Friday would be a good day," Miss Cindy announced one morning as I was helping her get ready for work.