'Mariel', she exclaimed in mock horror, 'stop ogling my tits, people will think you're a Lesbian'.Her voice carried in the still air, her every syllab...le falling on alert ears, and I looked in the direction of the neighbours house, a recent widower, a man who was in his late fifties, good looking in a rough rugged way, and I knew he like me.I saw his window was open at the top and his curtains were not fully closed, 'I bet he heard moms remark about me being a Lesbian', I thought, wondering if. It was a mild crystal clear night; the sky was filled with stars. With no homes facing theirs, and the wooded lot to one side it gave a sense of seclusion, even if neighbors were mere yards away. This late at night, there was no noise of traffic echoing off the roads nearby, only the sound of the nearby stream rushing by. It was very peaceful.A little later, apparently having dozed off, Daddy was startled to hear the front storm door slam shut. He looked up at the landing and there his little. The door to the closet had been removed. The uniforms thathad been hanging in there were now on rolling racks inside the room.I don't know if I can describe this correctly.All of this maids clothing was now hanging on a series of racks. Therewas no longer any closets or any other sort of hidden storage foranything I wore. My bras and panties even hung from clamping hangers onthe racks."Maid," Ma'am's voice said in my ear, "You may have noticed yourclothing is all on display. This is so that I. With the bottle finished, I insisted on getting you a cocktail and I went to the bar as you checked your phone for messages. You could see me return with the drinks from your peripheral vision, and Mumbled “That was quick” as you sent a text to your mate. You looked up to see that it wasn’t me sat opposite you, but my mate, holding two cocktails in his hands, offering one to you. You smiled, blushed and took the drink, feeling your pussy get a whole lot wetter. Your phone beeped to signal an.