But she told him she was tired and sore and needed a shower, and asked him to unpack the box that Mr Maxwell had given her while she undressed and wen...t off to the bathroom. David noticed with excitement that, again, she was not wearing panties.When she returned she found David holding up a black French Maid costume! "What on earth is this for, Carol?"She looked in horror at the skimpy costume. "Mr Maxwell is coming here for dinner tomorrow night. He wants me to wear that! Now please let's get. Could you bring a cup for Mr. Smith, too? Oh, I’m Dr. Mrs. Smith.” Elizabeth took the cup from Mattie and offered her hand to shake. Mattie took it uncertainly.“Isn’t everyone?” she mumbled and fled from the room.“So?” Elizabeth asked, poking Ramsey in the ribs. “There are other Mrs. Smiths?”“No, dear. She was obviously referring to the Smith MIBs. Mr. and Ms. Smith. Or Colonel Smythe. Just wait until she finds out the lieutenant’s name,” I said.“I know Smith is the most common surname in. There is the annual international convention of the International Academy of Sex Research (IASR) being held there this coming week. He had been asked to be a speaker at one of the general sessions. It happened long before anything started with Emma last year. Donald fumbled as he explains that with the Institute for Sexual Exploration (ISE) moving in this new direction now, to be able to present the new platform for research would be a significant feather in the ISE cap. No one knows about. .ehhh... it...??''Well, I guess that is OK' She said a little breathlessly.I grabbed the camera and pointed it at her pussy, close up. 'Mom, can you ehhhh... can you spread your arse open for the pic please??'. Quietly, she obliged, spreading it wide, opening up the view of her gorgeous cunt and tight arsehole. I snapped a load of pics, then I asked, 'Can I hold my finger against your... ehhhh... your pussy Mom for a picture??''Pussy??.. ' she said in shock at the vulgar term, but regaining her.