They were all smiles and extreme courtesy,even to a humble maid like me. I curtseyed and ushered them into thedrawing room to meet with my mistress.S...usie rose to greet them. I was amused to see them bowing low to her.I suspected neither of them had ever met a Countess before. Theyintroduced themselves. Raj was the boss and founder of the company,and Gopal was his chief consultant.Susie led them around the house, pointing out the various accesspoints. Knowing my place, I returned to the. She grabs me hard and we start making out. I pull away, “Feeling frisky are we?” She laughs, “Of course I am.” We go back to making out. I unzip her coat and slide my hand in and fondle her perfect breasts over her sweater. She reaches down and runs her hand over my rapidly hardening cock. “Mmm someone’s excited,” she whispers to me. She looks around the now totally deserted carriage. She kisses me again and we make out as she undoes my belt and the buttons on my jeans. Pulling the fly open she. And about acting like a bimbo, you should understand that showing the world that you like being pretty and showing yourself off is completely natural for a girl like you. No one would expect you to act any differently-- you're a healthy red blooded American high school girl with a pretty face, long legs, a nice butt and you know it. People expect you to put yourself on display for them."The feminized boy listened to all this, delivered by me in a concise no-nonsense tone that brooked no. I looked puzzled because I couldn't see how they would fit more woodwork classes into the timetable. "I've got the job of refurbishing some of the offices and schoolrooms but I'll probably go home at weekends to keep my house going and give myself a chance to recover from the excesses of your ardour!" And to visit Mrs. Herriot!"He groaned, "Oh not that old battleaxe. I'd be cut to ribbons with that tongue of hers if I spent the weekend at her place." Most weekends he only spent the Saturday.