"Which makes you a sissy maid."He still said nothing."Your silence says everything," she pointed out. "Admit it. What are you?Let me hear you say it."...He gave her a pleading look, but she just stared back. Under herwithering gaze he looked at his feet and mumbled, "OK, OK, I'm a sissymaid." What's that? I didn't hear you."He said more clearly, "I'm a sissy maid."Sorry -- WHAT kind of maid are you?" I'm a SISSY maid," he answered, still staring at his feet.At this she couldn't suppress a laugh.. I was pretty sure I had a grasp on what to do with him.I gave him a verbal recap to which he agreed and when I quoted a fee he readily agreed. Fuck! I should have upped the fee, even though he would be fun to play with.I sent him to an upscale hotel and ordered him to rent a suite complete with champagne and then wait for me in the lobby. He did, and when I came into the lobby, he greeted me as he would a long lost friend, hugging me warmly and leading me to the elevator. When we entered the. I actually started to enjoymyself not realising the seriousness of the situation I would later findmyself in. Once out of the shower, I patted myself dry and put on theunderwear, a black lacy all in one in which I put the 38D breast-forms alsoleft out for me. I went to work on my face, plenty of foundation, blush.There were false eyelashes which I always enjoy putting on and pink eye-shadow. My lips I realised were going to be red......how appropriate andwith a touch of gloss. I finished of by. It would be our firstouting in both senses of the word - together.We showered, of course and, naturally, made love as we did so. [Iwon't bore you with the details: making love in the shower to abeautiful woman is, after all, a common enough pastime].When she was satisfied that we were both squeaky-clean, Nicole ledme to my [our] bedroom and took charge of getting us ready to goout. I say 'us' because she was very anxious that I should bedressed to her satisfaction just as she expected to dress.