It would be good to catch up with his previous career. Mark had recently been posted to the Allied Rapid Reaction Corps headquarters at the former RAF... Innsworth north of Gloucester for two years; from what he had said, the job was actually really interesting and, best of all, didn't involve working weekends.Mark had met Claire at a family wedding during one of the periods of leave after returning from Iraq; they had immediately hit it off, and had themselves got married the next year. That. I read it and remember how excited I was when I wrote it. Now I was about to live it. I put on the hose, dark and seamed. It took a while to get the seam straight. I put on the little bra and then the maid outfit. It was short but sexy. I put the apron on and then slipped into the heels. They were higher than the other pair you'd bought me. I staggered around the room trying to learn to walk in them. At least I wouldn't be walking much. I put the glasses on the tray that had been under the ice. I am greeted by the party hosts , she is 50 ish , wearing thong , stockings and peek a boo bra and a million dollar smile , her husband is a little more formal in trousers and an open neck shirt , both welcome me although i know they are a little disappointed that i can not participate yet , but no one knows my anxiety better than me . i am introduced to the crowd , who have all agreed to my attendance , a mixed group of men and woman , some clothed others not so much , its all very normal ,. She was wearing a white bra which contrasted beautifully with her jet black hair. I was dying to reach over, unclasp it and cup those wonderful breasts in my hands and mouth but I knew I had to wait. “Pull the straps down over your arms” I ordered her and she knew exactly what I meant. “Yes Sir” she breathed innocently as she pulled each arm free of its strap, essentially making the bra strapless. She put her arms behind her and waited. “Did I tell you to put your arms behind your back” I.