20-TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "C" with the baby. I'm tired of your silence, Cissie. I don't care what you may or may not do in your silly little bed!"

I was very embarrassed. My mistress had actually been correct in her suspicions. Some mornings I had to clean up my sheets with a damp towel before making my bed! Had my mistress seen me somehow? It was unsettling to suspect that Cindy somehow knew so much about my rather juvenile sex life.

Fortunately, the evening with Miss Christie went smoothly. I assisted her and attended to Missy's diaper whenever Miss Christie told me the baby needed changing. Luckily, I was able to finish all of Mrs. Smythe's hand-wash things, and do a considerable amount of ironing as well. And, since Miss Christie was on the phone with a girlfriend as I polished her nails for her, I didn't have to put up with as much teasing as I'd expected.

Late that night, true to my mistress' predictions, I couldn't help but think of beautiful Cindy and her husband making love as I lay in my lonely bed. I couldn't get the image of them together out of my mind. It wasn't that the thought of pretty Cindy being made love to was so unpleasant it just made me so damn jealous!

After rolling around in bed for nearly an hour, I finally gave in to temptation. I reached into my loose-fitting satin tap pants and quickly played with myself. My thoughts had me so excited that I came in seconds. Fortunately, my practical rubber sheets completely resisted the stains I would have had to worry about with more conventional bed linens.

Unfortunately, my lace-trimmed pink satin tap pants and camisole weren't quite so practical. My pretty tap pants, and even my little camisole, would both have to be laundered in the morning.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MAID IN FORM "C" 21

THE NEXT MORNING I DRESSED IN A PRETTY PINK TAFFETA UNIFORM with a short, swingy skirt over full petticoats. In the Nursery I changed Missy's diapers and fed her her breakfast of mashed bananas. I put her in her playpen and went to wash out the tap pants and camisole I'd stained in my little bed during the night. While I was busy at the sink with them, Mrs. Smythe called for me over the intercom.

Quickly, I wiped my hands dry and answered her call. "If Missy's up and fed, dress her in something pretty and bring her into our bedroom, Cissie.

"Yes, Ma'am. She's been up awhile, Ma'am. Shall I dress her in the white linen dress for the morning?"

"That would be fine, Cissie hurry up, though.' "Yes, Ma'am," I replied as I heard the intercom click off. When I got to the master suite with Missy, Frank was laying in bed reading and Cindy was sitting in satin tap pants and bra at her vanity. The parents cooed and giggled at their baby and sent me off to the kitchen to rustle up breakfast for them. While the parents relaxed and ate, they had me distract their infant with a few little toys on the floor at the foot of their bed.

"Did you think of us while you were in your little bed last night, Cissie?" Cindy suddenly asked me with a sly smile. I hesitated in silence for a long time, but finally stammered, “Y-yes, Ma'am, a little," in a slight voice while I looked sheepishly at the floor.

"I just knew you would, Cissie!" Cindy said gleefully. "I'm sure glad you sleep in rubber sheets I'm certain they save on laundry with sissies like you.

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My face flushed red as I pretended I was very engaged playing with the baby. Mercifully, Cindy changed the subject. She could tell I felt weird about everything, and sometimes she'd be nice like this and stop her incessant teasing.

"Christie said you did a good job on her nails last night she thinks her boyfriend will like the way they look. I told her she could stop by on her way out this evening and have you help her dress for her date. Oh, and in place of paying her some of her baby-sitting money, she's bringing over her underwear and swimsuits for you to launder for her, Cissie. She's been washing them out herself, but she told me it's a