He then walked behind me and untied my top and let it fall to the ground. He then unzipped my skirt and slide it over my hips and pushing it down to m...y feet. I stepped out of the skirt as he pushed my legs apart rubbing my clit over the top of my bathing suit. I couldn't believe how turned on I was at the same time so scared of being caught handcuffed to the tree. He stood behind me, kissing my shoulders and neck. He slide his hand inside my suit and slowly entered me with his middle finger. He. As I put the last item on the belt, before adding the section bar, so he can put his items on behind mine. “Are you still teaching? I'm new to the area, but I used to play when I was younger. I'd love a refresher course.” The giggle that erupts from me is not voluntary, it just happens, which admittedly makes me blush and I don't know why. “Well, I've never taught anyone who is all grown up, but since it is more of a refresher course, I don't see why not.” I pay for my items, bagging them up. ..But daydreams always end. Back to my daily dusting and cooking andcleaning and the everlasting laundry, so much of it mine, with me in mylace-trimmed black frock, hourglass-waisted corset, rustling petticoats,starched apron, matching bra and panty, smoky nylon stockings, blackpatent heels, and a ruffled maid?s cap in my hair. There was work to do.There was always work for a maid to do. I practice wiggling my bottom asI moved from one task to the next. Madam liked to see my bottom wiggle.~ ~. “Miss Forbes, from Junior High. You were in my eighth grade art class?” Now I remembered, and wondered how I could ever forget. “Miss Forbes.” I instinctively took her hand again and shook it. “How cool. What a surprise. What are you doing here?” Elena gave a semi-shrug of her shoulders and looked around at my prints. “I recognized your name when I was here last month. I thought I’d come see if it was really you. I live here, well over in Bluffton. I don’t teach any more. I paint, and try to.