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real drag." Cindy climbed back into bed with her husband and they began to softly cuddle. Soon, their cuddling became more urgent. Frank deftly unclipped his wife's pretty bra and tossed it on the floor. Next, her satin tap pants were suddenly tossed aside as well. Cindy giggled at me and said, "Take Missy to the Nursery now, Cissie. And then get busy with your ironing I'll need my tennis skirt later --we'll ring if w-we... ahh . ahh . haaa. she said as her voice trailed off in quick gasps of pleasure and girlish laughter as her husband caressed and tickled her in bed.

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Red-faced, I curtsied and quickly left the room with the couple's little baby as they began to make love. I was surprised by how quickly it had all started one moment they were barely touching, and the next they were all over each other, making love.

Before I even got to the Nursery, Missy began to fuss and squirm, indicating she needed yet another diaper change. I changed Missy's diaper and dressed her in pale yellow baby pants and a matching diaper shirt with ruffled lace on the sleeves. I put her down in the playpen in the laundry room and then began the ironing. It was frustrating knowing that the "master and mistress" were luxuriously making love in their comfortable, silk-sheeted bed while I was stuck watching their baby for them and doing the ironing!

I was feeding Missy in her high chair when Cindy strolled into the Nursery an hour and a half later. The "model wife" (Frank often called her that affectionately, and I had to admit I thought it was cute!) had thrown a black silk chemise over her head. She had dressed herself! "My, how self-sufficient we're becoming," I mused to myself, suddenly ashamed when I realized I was acting just like some catty servant girl.

It was pretty obvious Cindy had just been made love to. Her beautiful hair was prettily mussed, her eyes were sleepylooking, and she had that dreamy "Mona Lisa" smile on her face.

"When Missy's fed and put down, come and run a bath for me, Cissie. I'm so worn out, maybe I'll skip tennis today," she told me. She also reported that Mr. Smythe had left to play golf at the club.

Sexy Cindy stretched and yawned, the short chemise riding all the way up to her waist. Cindy was totally unconcerned if I saw her bare rear (or anything else for that matter!) She had no reason to be modest around me anymore. From her perspective, I was simply her servant, employed to

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"I was now a sissified and feminized. My burning ambition had dwindled and I

was content taking care of Cindy's household."