A young woman came into view about a hundred yards down the path. She wasn’t really pretty, but pleasant to look at. I saw she was wearing a tight p...air of short shorts and they hugged her big thighs. I love big thighs on a woman, unless they are fatty, but this girl’s thighs were tan and firm. She had on a flimsy white top and I could see that her breasts were rather small, but her nipples made a bump on each side. Her hair was darkly blonde and tied up on her head with only a few tresses. I knew Amy wanted me to feel the degradation that she had felt, but I also knew she was going to be shocked at my transformation. She was not going to find her husband when she came home. She was about to meet a tall, sexy maid. I took some time to practice walking in my heels before doing my chores and cooking dinner. I managed to get everything accomplished just about ten minutes before Amy was due home. In her last text message she had requested that I send her a picture of me in uniform but. She tried to closer her thighs around my face, but I held her legs open with my hands and continued my tongue's assault on her clit. She started to cum really hard, and I felt her pulling on my hair to the point I thought she would rip it out. She even grabbed my ears and face, while she was cumming and left visible scratch marks behind my ears and on my cheeks. When her orgasm finally stopped, she looked positively breathless. She was almost delirious from that one, and I knew at that moment,. “And you don’t think I’m a slut?” she asked. “ Are you a slut?” he asked. Ariel leaned down to put his cock in her mouth without breaking eye contacted. She moved her hand down to cup his balls. “Mm,” she moaned, savoring the taste. “That’s not an answer, but I like your response,” he said. T groaned and laid his head back, enjoying her work. “I, for one, I don’t mind it one bit if you’re a cock monster.” She bit down gently on his cock, he laughed. “You’re number three,” she said. Four, if you.