She had cropped blonde hair, otherwise she had no body hair at all, and a superb pair of breasts, possibly a D cup. All of this was apparent as her dr...ess, like her fellow maid’s, consisted of a tight-fitting tube dress made of a wide mesh, thus revealing virtually square inch of her body. Keiko, other than being a brunette, was similar in nearly every detail, although she was perhaps a couple of inches taller than her colleague.“Please come with me, Mistress,” Mana said quietly, and I followed. "Daddy," she said softly, looking down shyly, "will you be wanting to touch me again?" My darling," I had taking her hand and pulling her onto my lap, "as I said before, it's your body, it's up to you who you allow access to it, ok. But I'll always be proud to be included in that number." Are you sure?" she whispered, "that you want to." It would be a privilege to touch you," I said truthfully, "now off you go and have your shower while there's still some hot water left."She lent over me and I. So that’s how my life was for the next three months- work, work, work. Did I mention I worked a lot, the typical no life guy? First one in the building and the last out, even then I didn’t go home, instead heading for the gym. Sometimes I would see Karen every day, but then she would disappear for a week or so. Another thing about Karen was the tracksuits, she was never out of them. She would train in one until the sweat seeped through, but it never came off in the gym. The change came in. I stared at his face and he licked his lips. I could feel my wetness and squeezed my thighs together. The corner of his mouth lifted in amusement. Damn him, he knew what he was doing to me! His hand began to caress my back again and he leaned forward to kiss me. He lightly brushed his lips against mine, nipped my bottom lip, then moved behind me, his hand sliding down to my lower back. I gulped nervously and looked at the mirror in front of me. It was the length of the wall and I could see all.