“Shall we turn over Mary?” I suggested and reluctantly she shuffled onto her back with her head slightly overhanging the table, I looked at the si...ght in front of me, her firm tits were slightly drooped to the sides and her flat belly showed no sign of ages and the thick triangle of pubic hair could probably do with a trim but as she lay there motionless I walked around the table running my fingers very lightly over her body before returning to the side of her where I put her arms down by the. Evie and I got through it, just. We were like a couple of silly schoolgirls. We spent most of the morning copping a free feel from each other, enough for me to flood my liner. By eleven o'clock, when we had a coffee break, I had to dive to the loo to change it. As I sat there having a pee, I saw the toe of a shoe I recognised appear under the door. It was Evie.She tapped on the door, I opened it and she squeezed in to the small cubicle. She held her finger to her lips to keep me from saying. She quivered with fear and anticipation as Elaine and one of the dominant maids came in. Emma’s anus tingled excitedly as she was made to kneel in a corner whilst the haughty Elaine inspected her bed-sheets. Elaine made sure the sissy had a good view of her buxom behind as she bent over, legs and seams rigidly straight, wicked cane under one arm. The dominant maid smiled wickedly and pointed to a small patch on the sheets.“What’s this! You naughty girl, you’ve messed on the sheets. Come and. " I told her, “That’s alright, Mel. I think you’re beautiful whether you have tits or not.” “Really? You really think I’m beautiful? Even if I don’t have tits, you think I’m beautiful?” Melanie seemed surprise a man could find her attractive, let alone beautiful. Holding her firmly to my chest again, I softly told her, “Mel, you have a great little body. I don’t care if you have tits or not.” “You really think I have a good body?” "Yes!” I paused and then asked, “Would you do me a favor,.