16 -TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "C"

"I thought it might be easier for you to get a good shine on these if I was wearing them, Cissie. Is Missy O.K. for the moment?" Mrs. Smythe said in her casual, self-assured way. "Yes, Ma'am, she's playing now," I reported.

"Good get your things and hurry back so you can get busy with my boots!" Cindy said happily, like some teenage girl who'd just been elected homecoming queen.

Moments later I found myself on my knees at the side of my mistress' bed. Cindy had one boot-clad foot up on a low wooden box and was looking down at me as I polished and buffed her nearly knee-high riding boot. I'd polished her expensive riding boots many times, but never while she was wearing them, and dressed only in her underwear!

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Cindy admitted later that she enjoyed the feeling of power she'd get when she ordered me to do overtly subservient things for her like polishing her boots while she was wearing them. While she mostly employed me for the luxurious lifestyle I provided her, a naughty, slightly sadistic streak came out in Cindy around me sometimes. I didn't really mind it, however at least it was something.

As I was polishing her boots, Cindy's husband Frank walked in. He laughed and said, "What's going on, here!" with mock suspicion.

"Oh, I'm just having my maid polish my boots for me, honey shall I send her away now?" Cindy said as I blushed. "No, that's O.K. it's kind of a turn-on, actually,' Frank said.

I was surprised when Cindy then lifted her camisole off over her head, shaking her hair in place. She held the little top girlishly by a thin shoulder strap and tossed it seductively aside on the bed. "Is this making it more of a turn-on, dear?" she asked, staring at her husband with a smoldering look, her beautiful, firm breasts proudly displayed.

I was getting nervous, so I just concentrated hard on buffing Cindy's boots, bending down close to them.

"I think a good little servant should kiss her mistress' boots when she's finished polishing them, don't you think, dear?" Cindy asked Frank.

"It would show the proper respect, I think," he answered casually as he took off his tie and suit jacket.

"Well then, Cissie why don't you give each of my boots a nice, respectful kiss," Cindy said as she leaned back and shook her luxuriant hair imperiously.

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I glanced up briefly to see if she was serious and noticed that Cindy's dainty cotton panties were moist between her legs. This little scene in front of her husband was turning her on!

I bent and kissed my mistress' riding boots as she leaned back on her bed like some pampered princess.

"Go ahead and take them off now, Cissie," Cindy ordered.

Frank was undressed down to his boxer shorts, looking on with interest as I submissively pulled off his wife's boots and set them carefully aside.

"You may stand quietly at attention in the corner now, Cissie, with your hands folded nicely over your apron," Cindy calmly ordered as she looked down at me. She was breathing funny and her breasts were flushed.

"If you want, you may stay and watch so you can see how a man and a woman make love. I'm sure you don't know very much about such things yourself!"

I turned so red I felt my face was on fire! I thought about running out of the room, but instead I found myself standing in the corner as Cindy had instructed. It was like I was in a trance and couldn't move. I was unexpectedly fascinated at being allowed to see my beautiful mistress being laid.

"Do me hard, lover, and show Cissie how it's done.' Cindy said as she laid back on the bed and pulled off her moist panties and tossed them on the floor.

Frank went to the bed as beautiful Cindy raised her knees and spread her gorgeous legs in preparation. As her husband slowly slid into her, Cindy glanced at me with one of her superior looks. A smile of pleasure appeared on her face unlike any I had ever seen before. It was the special smile a woman has when she's being made love to.

In spite of myself, I was fascinated by the sight in front of me. The jealousy inherent in the situation was beyond description however, and made me burn inside with intense frustration and desire.

Frank started slowly at first, almost relaxing as he strongly, surely took her. Cindy's legs spread further and further apart on the bed; so far apart she was almost doing a split. Cindy lifted her behind up off the bed and Frank put a hand under her and drew her up to him. They kissed and fondled and looked at each other's bodies. I could tell they were comfortable and practiced -and had been with each