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Frank began to plummet Cindy harder. He showed none of the deference to her spectacular beauty I had imagined anyone permitted the honor of loving her would naturally grant. He pinned her arms down to the bed with his hands, and when she squirmed under him once, he even gave her bottom a sharp "SMACK" to warn her to be still!

Instead of getting mad at having her pretty rear smacked, Cindy panted and pleaded in a breathy voice, "I'm sorry lover; take me, Please take all of me! I'll be good.

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I couldn't believe it! Cindy actually saying she was sorry for somehow causing Frank to smack her bottom?! She was usually so haughty with everybody why was she this way with Frank?

They made love for a surprisingly long time, Cindy's husband pacing her pleasure by thrusting faster or slower shallower or deeper. Finally the motion quickened, both of the lovers furiously going after their pleasure. In spite of my jealousy and strong, unrequited love for Cindy, I was spellbound by the sight.

They came passionately together, Cindy moaning and saying "Yes!" "Yes!" "Y-Yess and then nearly squealing with her final waves of pleasure as she exhaled strained little breathes. The husband and wife lay spent on the bed panting and sighing for several minutes before either one of them even remembered I was in the room with them. Cindy finally whispered, "He's as good at making love as you are with housework, Cissie!" As Frank was falling asleep, Cindy motioned for me to go. "Go check on Missy, the tousle-haired, sexually-satisfied young woman whispered to me as she cuddled with her husband, tangled in their mussed-up silk sheets.

I curtsied and left silently, closing the couple's bedroom door gently behind me. I was dizzy with what I had just witnessed. I felt quite defeated, but had to admit that it had been exciting to see the beautiful model being laid. If I hadn't been so in love with her, it would have almost been enjoyable. With Cindy's incredible beauty, most people would have been quite interested in such a performance.

TWO HOURS LATER, AS I WAS FINISHING DRESSING MRS. SMYTHE TO GO out for the evening in a deep blue short-skirted taffeta party dress, Cindy mentioned that it

MAID IN FORM "C" -19 had been "thrilling" to have me watch while she had sex with her husband.

"I hoped you learned something, Cissie. Although I guess you wouldn't really have any occasion to apply such knowledge!" she teased.

I had found it exciting, but it had also been humiliating to see the girl I was in love with be so casually taken. Cindy's husband took her like it was an everyday occurrence, which for him it probably was!

"You can think of us making love when you play with yourself in your little bed tonight, Cissie," Cindy teased me as I tied the pretty emerald sash around her sassy, feminine dress for her. (It was one of Christian Lacroix's latest creations.)

I blushed quickly at Cindy's comment, remaining very silent as I diligently adjusted the taffeta bow of the sash "just so" at Cindy's hip. How could I respond to such a comment? The rustling taffeta was the only sound for a long moment.

"Come on, Cissie I know you masturbate," Cindy said, apparently annoyed at how I had silently blushed and pretended not to even hear her comment.

Cindy had never actually caught me in the act, but she'd never tried to either. And she sometimes told me she knew even guys with girlfriends masturbated sometimes. After all those nights sleeping alone in my frilly room, I'm sure she thought it was inevitable that I masturbate. I guess she hoped the hormones hadn't gone that far!

My silence made Cindy angry and brought out her nasty streak.

"That's why I have you sleep in rubber sheets. A little single bed with rubber sheets is just perfect for sissies like you. Any childish bedtime activities are completely harmless. You can play with yourself, and even sleep in your messy panties, and your sheets won't stain. You can clean them up quickly in the morning so you can get busy with your housework.

I just concentrated on adjusting the bow at her hip, pretending she was talking to someone else or something. This was a subject I did not want to discuss. What was I supposed to do, admit it? Is that what Cindy wanted from me? Why would she care?

Cindy suddenly gave my bottom a perfunctory "Smack!" and said, "Run along now and see if Miss Christie needs help