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Chapter Twelve - Grace Does Dallas Redoux I don't remember at what point my worry turned to sleep. I don't even know how long I'd been asleep when I felt Grace stroking my penis. Her long nails gently scratching my shaft felt amazing. "Time to wake up sleepyhead. I need you to help me pack for my trip. Hurry! Get up!" I pressed back against Grace, grasping her dildo between my thighs. I couldn't believe I was trying to get her to do me again. "Come on baby," Grace spoke sweetly in my ear, the edge of dominance from the night before an ancient memory. "No time for that now. I need to shower, dress, pack and get to the airport by ten. You can drop me off. But for now, I need you to pick out suitable clothing for the trip while I shower. Now get going," she slapped my bottom as she let go of my breast and got out of bed. I called after her, "What should I pack for you?" She hollered back, "I'm gonna be gone up to three days baby. Use your own judgment. I trust your taste." That was not the guidance that I wanted to hear. What I wanted to hear was for Grace to tell me to pack conservative, business suits for three days of meetings. I rolled out of bed. She hadn't even asked me if I could go in to work late. She simply expected that I'd make my plans fit hers. I picked up my cell phone and called my assistant, Nancy, leaving her a voice message that I'd be late. I then went into Grace's closet, located her luggage, and opened it up on her bed. I then began the task of picking out a wardrobe for her trip. Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury of time to reflect on my choices. The most important thing in my mind was pleasing Grace with what I chose. Three days. Two nights. Dallas with her boss. Her boss. I could almost taste his semen from the night before when I thought of Grace being with him in Dallas for three days. And two nights. She didn't say he always fucked her - only that sometimes he needed it. So maybe there was nothing for me to worry about. I selected a grey tweed skirt suit, but one with a relatively short skirt. It was a tight A-line skirt - one that would show off her shapely hips. I picked out a sheer cream blouse to accent the grey suit. Black three-inch heels. I next picked out a red, silk mini-skirt and a tight, black pullover with a plunging neckline. Four-inch red heels. Simple, but elegant. And hot. I knew it was sexy. I didn't really want to think of her wearing this out to dinner with her boss. I scanned the several rows of outfits that made up Grace's extensive wardrobe. I was considering what she might need if there was a special dinner where she had to dress elegantly. I knew Grace well enough to know that if such an eventuality occurred, she'd want to be the most beautiful woman in the room. As I tried to decide from the dozens of options, my eyes settled upon a dress that I knew she'd look amazing wearing. I even pictured myself accompanying her in such a dress. It was a long, light blue chiffon gown, the skirt portion pleated and flowing. The bodice was made of a light blue shiny, satin top, covered with dark blue lace, with a V-neck and thin spaghetti straps. Just below the gown, on the shoe rack, was a sparkling pair of open-toed, five-inch, light blue heels. I know it was stupid, but I selected it anyway. One more outfit, just to be safe. A pants suit? No. Grace would prefer a dress. I flipped through her dresses. Finally, I found the one. The one I picked was a yellow cotton dress that was perfect for a warm climate city such as Dallas. The skirt fell to just above the knees, but was cut unevenly around the bottom, creating a sense of suspense as to whether the wind was going to provide a glimpse underneath. The top was tight fitting and would really provide a pronounced sense of how big Grace's breasts were. I picked out a pair of yellow heels to wear with the dress. I carried everything I'd selected into her bedroom and laid them out on her bed, so Grace could let me know whether she approved. I then went to her lingerie drawer to select her underwear for the trip. Again, I probably should have chosen more modest items. But somehow, I thought Grace would not be pleased if I chose in that fashion. So, instead, and against my own interests, I chose extremely revealing and sexy panty, bra and garter sets that matched each outfit I'd picked out for her to wear. For the grey tweed skirt suit, I picked out a pair of lacy, black bikini style panties, with a narrow black satin garter to hold up the black Cuban heeled stockings I picked for her to wear. The bra for this set was a demi-cup made of beautiful black lace. The result of her wearing this bra would be to lift her breasts, causing them to appear even larger than normal. Additionally, the black lace bra would be clearly visible through the sheer cream blouse I'd picked out for her to wear. The lingerie I chose for her to wear with the red mini and tight black top were more revealing. I selected a tiny, white nylon thong. Thus, only her pussy would be covered. I then chose a pair of black stay-up stockings, the top welt a 3-inch band of lace that would show at the hem of her short mini-skirt. I then chose a red shelf bra that would simply lift and support Grace's tits. Worn with the tight black top with its extreme plunging neckline, Grace's bosom would be prominently on display. The blue evening gown required no bra. So I picked out a dark blue, full waist covering garter and a matching thong. For Grace to wear with the light blue gown, I chose white stockings. Finally, to wear with the yellow dress, I picked out a sheer white nylon panty and bra set. The panties for this set had garter straps attached to hold up the black stockings I selected for her wear with this dress. Just in case she needed some more practical panties, I selected three pair of her French cut, high waist underwear, one each in white, black and pink. What else? Workout clothes. I found the drawer where she kept such clothes. Everything she had was pretty revealing. I settled on two workout sets, one consisting of a pair of pink hot pants and a black workout bra, the other a maroon unitard that wasn't much more than a skimpy one-piece bathing suit. Which reminded me, she might want something to wear by the hotel pool. On her last trip, she'd picked a very revealing, sexy two-piece that I, stupidly, packed for her. Grace teased me about that decision, but she also seemed to like that I hadn't rejected her choice. I picked out the same suit again. Last, but not least, was something for Grace to sleep in. I decided to pick out something I would like to see her in. I picked out two of her sexiest baby-dolls. One was black, edged in scalloped white lace with a tight bodice just under her breasts. Grace had a pair of black bikini panties with the bottom covered in rows of lace. I selected those for her to wear with the black nighty. The other baby-doll I picked out for her was a multicolored flowery nighty with matching panties. I arranged everything on her bed and did a mental checklist to be certain I had not overlooked anything. As I was conducting my inventory, the shower stopped. In a few moments, Grace stepped into the bedroom, drying herself off as she caught a look at the clothes lying all around the edge of her bed. She walked into the room and let the towel fall down, revealing her beautiful body. Grace walked around her bed, carefully scrutinizing my selections. "Very nice Danni. Very, very nice. I knew I could trust you. If I didn't know better," she added teasingly, "I'd almost think you wanted me to, well, you know, while I'm gone." Damn! She'd voiced - sort of - what I was most worried about. It wasn't what I wanted! It was the opposite of what I wanted. All I said in response, though, was, "I'm glad you're pleased with my selections." "Yes baby," she assured me. "I'm pleased," she said. "Except for these," she continued, picking up the three pair of 'practical' panties I'd laid out for her. "I don't think I'll need these. Plus, I think I'd like to take my cowgirl boots and a pair of jeans too." She walked into her closet and returned with the boots she'd worn to Mandy's party and a pair of jeans. She held up the jeans she'd selected. They were the same pair I'd worn to Mandy's. "Do you mind if I borrow these?" she asked coyly. "They looked so good on you the other night." I swallowed. Grace wanted to wear the jeans I'd worn. That meant they were women's jeans. "Uh, n, no I choked out. Th, that's fine," I squeaked my response. "Thanks baby. Isn't it neat that now I can share your clothes too? Now, why don't you go ahead and pack my bag while I finish getting ready. And while you're at it, pick me out something to travel in. Make it something that will make a statement." Grace then went about getting ready. While she put on her makeup I looked in her closet for one more outfit. I decided to test her, to see how far she'd go. I picked out a supper short and tight black mini and a pink halter top, with pink sandal heels. The top did not require a bra, so no bra. I found a pink garter in her drawer with long straps. I then found a pair of short red stockings. I knew that the stockings would stop short of the hem of the black mini, resulting in the pink garter straps being revealed. I looked through her drawer for suitable panties and then I had a really wicked idea. No panties. Let's see how daring Grace could be? I then carefully packed everything else I'd picked out for her trip. Grace turned from her vanity and saw the travel outfit I'd selected. She glanced at me as if to ask if I was serious. But she said nothing. Instead, she shrugged, picked up the pink garter, wrapped it around her waist, and fastened it. She then sat on the edge of her bed and carefully pulled the short red stockings up her legs and clipped them to the long straps dangling from her garter belt. She then shimmied the mini up her legs and fastened it at the side. She put the top of the halter over her neck and then asked me to tie the bow in the back that was going to be the only thing holding her boobs in place. She then sat on the edge of her bed and glanced at the heels, indicating to me that she expected me to help her with her shoes. As I kneeled before her, Grace, not so gracefully, opened her thighs, giving me a glimpse of her uncovered pussy. In her own, inimitable, way, Grace had just turned the tables on me. Not only had she not flinched at the daring outfit I'd selected for her to wear - she'd demonstrated the consequences of my foolish decision to test her. Throughout the day, whenever she sat down, there was a good chance that she would be revealing her beaver to anyone who might be looking her way. And make no mistake about it, dressed as she was, men were going to be watching her every move. Once Grace was dressed, she walked to her lingerie drawer and began pulling items out of it. She tossed a pair of pink boy short panties, a short pink girdle edged in black, matching bra and slip, along with dark Cuban heeled stockings, onto her bed. "Get your shower Sissy while I make us some coffee. Then get dressed. Before you put on your boy clothes, come show me how you look. Wear heels when you model for me," she tossed back as she went toward the kitchen. I was still reeling at the realization that I'd just dressed Grace in such a skimpy outfit, so sultry and revealing that she'd be the object of men's lust wherever she went. And to make matters worse, she'd be flying with her boss, a man she'd revealed to me demanded 'extra' services from her from time to time. I certainly wasn't helping matters by my little rebellion. But I obeyed her orders and went to her bathroom to shower. I removed the breast forms and shrugged off my brassiere. When I unfastened the corset I immediately felt relief from its' tight constriction. And on top of all of that, she'd just called me Sissy as if it was natural to refer to me that way. The hot water felt good on my body. I suddenly realized how tired I was. I'd slept only a little the night before as a result of thinking all night about what Grace had done to me. I was feeling stress about her traveling with her boss. Add to that my concern about performing my job. I'd done next to nothing the day before due to being distracted by Mandy. And today I was going in late because of Grace. I could only hope that Mandy would not be too demanding today. I would have loved to remain in the shower all morning, but knew I had to get going if I was going to get Grace to the airport on time. I dried off and quickly shaved my face. I then went to her bedroom and began putting on the lingerie Grace had chosen for me to wear. Once I'd fastened the stocking to the garters, I slipped the pink boy-shorts up my legs and pulled them snug to my crotch. I then fastened the bra and turned it around, slipping my arms under the straps. Finally, I let the pink slip fall over me. A quick trip to her closet and I picked out a pair of heels to model the lingerie in. I then walked out to the kitchen for coffee. As my heels clicked on the marble floor I could see Grace pouring us each a mug of coffee. Shit! I'd really fucked up with that outfit. Grace looked like a street whore, albeit a really beautiful and high- class street whore - but, a street whore nonetheless. She watched me approach in the pink lingerie. She greeted me with a wolf whistle that made me blush. "Oh baby!" she exclaimed. "If only the people at work could see what you are wearing beneath your suits, they would be so amazed. You look so hot Danni!" She pulled me close and kissed me full on the lips, one hand rubbing my ass possessively outside of the slippery nylon. She kissed me long and deep. Finally, she released me and handed me a cup of coffee. She took my hand and we walked to her balcony. She sat down and motioned me to my knees at her feet. "We have a few minutes Sissy," she said, now alternating between names to refer to me by. "How about giving me a proper kiss goodbye," she winked, glancing between her legs as she spread her thighs. "After all, you've made me so accessible, it would be a shame to waste the situation," she giggled. I could hardly object, since I was the one who'd decided she wouldn't wear panties today. I just didn't think she'd actually fly dressed the way she was. On my knees, I leaned in and breathed in her scent. Grace was definitely aroused. The aroma emitted when her pussy was wet was strong and pungent. I kissed her slick slit, and followed that with a long, wet lick all of the way from her crack to the tip of her clit. I felt her shudder at the touch of my tongue. I slowly circled my tongue around her juicy hole, savoring her flavor for what I knew would be the last I'd have for the rest of the week. I opened my mouth wide and covered her pussy. I forced my tongue inside of her as deeply as I could penetrate. I licked her and swirled my tongue around the depths of her womanhood. I could hear her moaning and groaning her appreciation. Her hands grasped the back of my head and she forced my face against her, humping my mouth with her pelvis. "Oh Sissy!" she cried out so loudly I wondered if her neighbors could hear her. "Suck me! Suck me! Suck me baby! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! My! God! You are so good at that. So good. So good. So good. Mmm. Mmmm. Mmmmmmm," she moaned as she suddenly let loose with a torrent of cum, covering my face and filling my mouth with her girl ejaculate. She tasted so good. I didn't want to stop, but Grace pulled me away, panting from her exertion. "Oh Sissy," she smiled. "That's a nice way to start a trip. Thank you. God, I'm so horny! I think it's this outfit you made me wear." Made her? I didn't make her wear it! Now I'm responsible for her being all sexed up because I picked an outfit that I was certain she'd reject for her trip? I leaned back on my heels and looked up at her. She said, "You better go get dressed for work Danni, unless you want to go like that," she giggled. I laughed too. "No, I better not. It's bad enough that I'm wearing a bra. That really worries me Grace," I pleaded. She didn't reply though, so I knew there was no point arguing. As I rose to go get dressed, Grace called after me, "Danni?" "Yes?" I called back. "Don't wash your face love." What? She wanted me to leave the remnant of her cum all over my face? The aroma of Grace's jizz was strong enough that someone was sure to notice it. "Are you sure?" I asked, hoping she'd change her mind. "I'm sure," she replied. "I wouldn't have said anything if I weren't sure." "Okay," I answered and went to put on my suit. I'd been staying at Grace's so often that I now had a few suits to choose from when I spent the night. I picked a grey pinstripe suit with a white shirt and a dark grey striped tie with a faint pink stripe. I know. Ironic. I pulled on a pair of socks to cover the stockings and then slipped on my black Italian goatskin loafers. After examining myself in the mirror, I decided that no one would be able to tell that I was wearing a bra under my shirt. I picked up Grace's suitcase and walked out to let her know we could leave. Grace was on the phone with someone when I walked out and when she saw me she said a few words and then hung up. "Hi baby," she said. "You look nice. Ready to go?" "Yep!" I replied. "Got your bags. All set." As we walked toward the elevator, Grace looked down at my shoes and then stopped. I looked over at her. "Is something wrong?" I asked. Grace's eyes remained directed toward my feet. She seemed to hesitate. Then, she said, "Danni, it's just that, well, I don't know how to say this to you, but, well, those are quite expensive stockings that I'm allowing you to wear. And you, well, I don't know why you would cover them with your old socks, that's all." I couldn't believe this. "B, but Grace," I pleaded. "I can't we, wear stockings li, like that. People would see. They'd know." She glared at me like a mother to a silly child. "Really? That's it? They'd know what Danni? Do you really think people are walking around looking at your ankles?" "We, well," I replied with the best argument I could think of. "You are!" Grace laughed pityingly at me. "That's because I love you Danni. I care how you look. It matters to me. No one else cares. That's all in your head. Believe me, no one else cares how you dress." I didn't know how to argue with Grace. Her logic always seemed unassailable. Still, I felt self-conscious enough walking around worrying about people seeing a bra strap through my shirt, or panty lines in my trousers. The stockings would be in plain view. Seeing my internal struggle, Grace pulled me into her arms and got close to my face. "Danni? I thought you trusted me. I thought you had confidence in my judgment. When I ask you to wear something for me, I expect you to wear it proudly. It's for me that you wear lingerie Danni. Isn't that enough?" I knew then - as in every other defining moment in our relationship - that I could only answer one way. Especially if I wanted to stay with Grace. Especially if I really wanted to marry Grace. I had to say that doing it for her was, indeed, all that mattered. And that's what I said. And so Grace told me I needed to remove my socks. And I did. I sat right down and removed them. When I'd taken them off and we were about to leave, Grace gave me that smile she always gave when she'd gotten her way. However, for my part, I now had one more thing to be constantly worried about throughout the day - whether anyone would notice that I was wearing stockings rather than socks. The first rush of anxiety I experienced occurred a few minutes later when Grace and I stepped out of the elevator and into her lobby. As usual, it was always easier for me to submit to Grace's ah, 'requests,' when I was alone with her. It was an altogether different matter when I entered the public arena carrying out her whims. Due in large part to the way I'd stupidly led Grace to be dressed, the glances of any men we encountered immediately gravitated toward Grace. The consequence for me was that there was, at least in my mind, an increased chance that someone would realize that the man Grace was with was wearing stockings. As I thought about it, I couldn't exactly say that I ever specifically noticed other men's socks. On the other hand, I knew that we were constantly sitting in meetings, crossing and uncrossing our legs. With each movement, socks were necessarily on display for anyone to take note of. I would have to be ever diligent to not unduly show off my ankles. I suspected that such a mindset instilled within me was, at least in part, Grace's motivation. I loaded Grace's luggage into the car and then held the door for her to slide in. As she swung her legs in, I caught a glimpse of her inner thigh. It was obvious that she was not wearing panties. I cursed myself once again for selecting the outfit she was wearing. I would be worrying about what other men were being given the pleasure of observing all day. As we drove along the George Washington Parkway toward Reagan National Airport, Grace told me a little about her itinerary for the week. Her trip to Dallas coincided with the hoopla that would be surrounding the Super Bowl that was going to be played there the upcoming weekend between the Green Bay Packers and the Pittsburgh Steelers. "I have a favor to ask of you while I'm away Danni" she mentioned casually. "Yes?" I replied. "It's not a huge deal, if you don't want to," she continued. "But it would mean a lot to me. And it would be a huge help, if you wouldn't mind." The buildup had me intrigued. Why wouldn't she just come out and say what she wanted? "Okay," I said. "Whatever it is, you know I'm willing to help out." Now I was hooked. Grace continued, still acting like she was asking a huge favor, "Would you mind staying at my place while I'm gone? You know, and look after things for me?" That was it? That was the big favor? That was not such a big deal. I could do that. "Sure! I don't mind," I assured her. "Oh Danni!" she exclaimed appreciatively. "Thank you so much! I can't tell you how grateful I am." I blushed at her reaction. "No problem. It's not a big deal." She smiled. "Still - it means a lot to me that you're willing to do that for me." We continued to drive along, enjoying some quiet time and the beautiful view of Washington, D.C. that could be seen from the GW Parkway - the Monument, the Capital and really, the entire panorama. As we neared the airport, Grace said, "Danni? May I ask one more, tiny little favor, while I'm away?" "Sure," I answered. 'Here it comes,' I thought to myself. "Anything," I added. "While you're staying at my house, would you mind cleaning things up a bit for me? You know, like the laundry and such?" There it was. Servitude. It seemed to always come to that - Grace's need for me to serve her needs. But, really, it wasn't a huge request. After all, it wasn't as if I wasn't used to such requests. I told her that I'd be happy to help her out. "Thank you so much Danni," she said sweetly. "And when you do, would you mind dressing as Sissy for me?" she asked, as if she was asking just one too many things of me. I looked over at her sitting next to me, her mini-skirt hiked high up her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings attached to her garter belt. She watched me expectantly, waiting for my submission. And I gave it to her. "Sure. I can do that," I promised. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you baby. You're sweet." I smiled inwardly, pleased that I was able to make her happy. She giggled to herself. I looked over and asked what was funny. "It's just that, well, thinking of you prancing around my apartment while I'm away, dressed like a sissy maid, washing my underthings and all - it's going to be such a turn-on for me Danni. You just have no idea." My penis twitched uncontrollably inside of my panties as she confessed her erotic fantasy to me. I gulped and said, "I'm glad to hear that I can be of service to you Mistress." "Oh! Mistress! You know I like that, don't you naughty boy?" I chuckled. "I suppose I do," I agreed, and we each broke out laughing. I pulled next to the curb at the airport and retrieved Grace's luggage from the trunk. She approached me on the sidewalk and laid her arms over my shoulder. She nuzzled into my neck and hugged me. "I'm going to miss you baby," she whispered in my ear. "But I'll be thinking of you. In my apartment. Taking care of everything for me. Sleeping in my bed. Wearing my pretty undies and nightgowns. Waking in the morning and getting dressed in my clothes. So sexy Danni. I love you," she cooed as she pulled me close, one hand rubbing my ass, feeling the nylon slip beneath my suit. "God! I'm so fucking horny Danni! Why did you make me wear such a slutty outfit? I'm going to be thinking about sex all day. And you won't be there to satisfy my urges. Whatever am I going to do?" she teased. "I may have to ask the stewardess for a blanket during my flight," she giggled. My penis was swollen and throbbing inside of my panties. Grace was rubbing it through our clothing. I was feeling self-conscious at the public display of affection Grace was making, although glad it was me she was making it with. I couldn't think of a response to her question though. I could only regret my choice of outfit. "Have a safe flight," I said. "Call me?" "I will, just as soon as I can. Wait up for me to call. Okay?" "Okay," I replied, and we kissed one last time, Grace sticking her tongue down my throat and getting her lipstick all over my lips. As we parted she said, "Don't wipe it off. Leave it. As a reminder." I nodded. A reminder of what? I wondered. Of her? Or that I was wearing feminine undergarments? Just as Grace grabbed the handle of her bag to head inside of the airport, a Yellow Cab pulled to a halt at the curb. A tall man exited the back seat. He was wearing jeans, a tight, black t-shirt, cowboy boots and a Texas Rangers baseball cap. As he turned, he saw us just as we saw him. He broke into a huge grin. It was the man I'd met at Mandy's party - Grace's boss. They were flying to Dallas together? Grace hadn't mentioned that. He walked up to us, eyeing Grace lustfully as he did. He hugged her. "Hi Gracie!" he greeted her. "Hi boss," she replied. "You remember Danni, don't you?" He looked at me. "Sure," he answered. He stuck out his hand and nearly squeezed it off, "Hi Danni. Seeing the little lady off?" I was immediately uncomfortable and self-conscious in his presence. He was a big man. He'd dwarf me under any circumstances. But I was feeling especially small right now. I couldn't believe he was going to be sitting next to Grace for a three and a half hour flight to Dallas. And I'd selected this ridiculous outfit for her to wear. Not to mention the thought that I couldn't suppress. Had I really sucked this man's sperm out of Grace's pussy the night before? Or had she only been teasing me? "Er, ah, yeah," I said meekly. Crap! Why couldn't I at least speak up like a man? Dismissively, he turned his attention to Grace. "Taking Dallas by storm I see Gracie," he commented as he looked her up and down. She laughed. "Yep! Take no prisoners!" she shot back. "I pity the poor soul who gets taken into custody," he kidded back. "Come to think of it, I'm fairly sure I've committed some sort of crime or another - at some point in my life. Maybe I should turn myself in. Got your cuffs?" he laughed at his own hilarity while I stewed at my own stupidity and frozen tongue. Grace smiled seductively, right in front of me. "Ha! We'll see. Actually, you can thank Danni - he picked this out for me to wear today." Fuck! Grace! How could she do that to me?! Rex laughed. "Damn! You must feel pretty secure Danni, old boy. Sending your girlfriend off looking like this," he joked me. "Don't you worry pawdna," he continued in an exaggerated Texas drawl. "I'll keep an eye on the little lady," he winked. I choked out, "Ah, er, thanks." "Ha! Think nothing of it. My pleasure," he lewdly insinuated. Turning back to Grace, he said, "Well, we better be gitten' along, huh?" "Yes, I suppose we should," Grace agreed. As if making up to me for causing me so much public embarrassment, Grace leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Bye bye baby," she said. "I'll call ya later. K?" "Sure," I answered weakly. They walked off together. As I watched her walked away with her boss, I saw the heads of at least three other men swivel around to watch her walk by. Once they were out of sight, I returned to my car and headed in to work. It was late enough that there was no traffic making it difficult to get into the city. Still, I was late arriving. I was totally fucked up though, after the scene at the airport. I'd never felt so uncomfortable in my life. I was tormented worrying whether he was really having regular sex with Grace as a part of her duties in his office. When I got to my office, Nancy was waiting for me with some messages. The first was from my managing attorney, John Williams. The other was a note from Mandy. She was working in the conference room and needed to see me ASAP. Crap! What a terrible way to start the day - late, too many things to do, too many people to see, and all while freaking out wondering what Grace was up to this very minute with her boss. Christ! She'd said she was going to ask the stewardess for a blanket! I wonder what was going on beneath that blanket right now? And worse yet, in the midst of the anguish I was experiencing, my cock was as hard as a rock! I picked up my phone and called my managing partner. "John?" I greeted him. "What's up?" "Oh! Hi Dan. A little late today?" "Uh, yeah," I answered. "I had to drop Grace off at the airport. What do you need?" "I just wanted to check to see how Mandy was getting along. Are you looking out for her? Like I asked?" I knew what he was insinuating. He was making sure that I was acting as an appropriate buffer for him, so he could see her on the side, but not spend too much time with her in the office, thus throwing suspicion off of him. I assured him that Mandy was fine. In fact, I was getting ready to meet with her to make sure everything was still going well. I promised him that if there were any issues, I'd fill him in. John thanked me and then hung up. One message handled. I balled up the piece of paper and tossed it in the trashcan. Next - Mandy. I decided to walk down to the conference room where she was working. Mandy was sitting at the long conference room table, stacks of materials organized along one side. She was typing furiously on her laptop, inputting data necessary to conduct an audit of our books. When I opened the door, she stopped and turned to greet me. "Danni!" she said cheerfully. "How are you?" "I'm fine," I said. "How are you?" "Just peachy!" she replied exuberantly. She stood as I approached her. Mandy was wearing a very short, and tight, grey skirt, with black stockings or pantyhose - I couldn't tell which - and a very tight-fitting pink tank top that really left nothing to the imagination in terms of her breasts. Lying across the back of a chair was the jacket that matched her short grey skirt. She had on a pair of black leather boots that rose just up over her calves and had at least four-inch heels. The result of the heels caused her to be about my height. As if second nature now - Mandy and I were like good friends - she hugged me, causing me a moment of anxiety as I felt her hands holding me firmly on my shoulder blade. I could only hope she would not be able to feel my bra straps. "How are you doing?" "Excellent!" I lied. "I just stopped by to check on you, to see if you needed anything. Coffee?" "Coffee would be great!" she declared. "Will you sit and have a cup with me?" she asked. "Sure," I said. "I'll be right back." "Thank you," she replied. "I'll just finish up this page while you're gone." I walked to the staff lounge and located two clean mugs, filling them each with fresh coffee. I tossed a few sugar packets and creamers onto a tray and carried them down the hall to the conference room. As I passed by one of my colleagues' office, he yelled out to me, "Dan! When you get a minute, will you bring me some coffee also?" His laughter followed me down the hall. Ha! Very funny! I thought. Not! I set the tray down on the table and picked up a cream to add to my coffee. I then sat down next to Mandy and got ready to sit back and relax, crossing my legs in the process. Suddenly, I remembered. I was wearing stockings. I couldn't show off my ankles, especially sitting this closely to Mandy. Thus, I sat there, a bit awkwardly, my legs under the table, not quite facing Mandy. Mandy prepared her coffee, spun in her chair, and deftly put one leg over the other, the way women naturally do. The motion was so swift that only the briefest of views up her short dress was possible. Not that I was looking intentionally - it's just that sometimes, seeing is unavoidable, especially it seems with girls like Mandy who seem to relish in toying with and teasing men. She cast a funny glance toward me as she took a sip of her coffee. "Mmmmm," she said. "Your firm has the best coffee!" "Thanks," I replied. "I'm glad that you like it." Smiling knowingly at me, Mandy asked, "So! I understand that you're batching it tonight? Grace had to run out of town? Hopefully she'll be back before the weekend so you can pop the question. We're still on for Saturday, right?" "Absolutely," I said. It was weird, sitting as I was, both feet flat on the floor. I never realized how awkward it could be sitting like this, having to concentrate on not acting pursuant to habit. But I managed. Still, it wouldn't be this way if Grace had let me wear socks over my stockings. I must have involuntarily smiled as I thought the next thought. Grace was very good at instilling images in my head. I was sitting here, worrying about exposure, consciously thinking of my every move, to avoid giving myself away. Meanwhile, Grace was dressed like a slut - in clothes I picked out for her to wear - sitting on a plane with her boss - maybe with a blanket over her lap. And on top of all of that, I was erect from thinking of it all. "What's funny?" Mandy interrupted my thoughts. "Oh, nothing," I partially lied. "Just thinking of Grace. I'm going to miss her." "Yeah," she sympathized. "I'm sure. Just think though, it won't be long before you'll be together always. Hey! Maybe we could do some stuff while she's gone. What do you say?" "Maybe," I answered with some equivocation. I had to be careful. I had to make sure I was available to clean Grace's apartment and stuff. "I can't tonight though," she explained. "I have a date." I didn't ask who her date was with. I had my suspicions, but didn't really want to know. "Okay," I said, actually relieved that I wouldn't have to worry about how to put Mandy off. "Well," Mandy said, "I better get back to work. Got to finish this up by the end of the week." "Sounds good," I agreed. "I need to get some work done as well. Let me know if you need anything." "Okay! Later Danni!" I returned to my office. I sent John Williams an email letting him know that Mandy was doing fine and thought she could be complete by the end of the week. Somehow, I had to concentrate on accomplishing some tasks for my practice. Never before had I been so distracted at work. Between Grace and all that she was doing to me, concealing what Grace was doing to me from the world, and the thinking about the big moment ahead of asking Grace to marry me, I was a mess. But I had some documents that simply had to be finished, so I had to buckle down. I opened the top file in the pile Nancy had neatly stacked upon my desk. The final review of a will I'd been working on. I scanned it carefully, line by line, making a few tweaks and changes as I went. I summoned Nancy to retrieve it and incorporate the changes in the final draft. Next file - review of a Separation Agreement for one of the other partners who was handling a divorce with major assets. Both parties wanted to be assured that the value of their joint assets were preserved, even if the marriage was over. I reviewed this file more meticulously as this was the first I'd looked it over. It was pretty complex, but after about an hour I was satisfied that I'd hit on the crucial issues and drafted a short memo detailing my recommendations to the partner in charge of the case. As I returned to my desk, after delivering the file to Nancy, my Blackberry buzzed with a text message from Grace. "We're safe on the ground in Dallas. Lunch and a meeting. I'll call when I can. Love you, G." I grimaced when I read the word, 'We're.' I hated the reminder that she was with her boss - especially dressed as she was. I pecked in a reply, "I love you too. Can't wait to hear from you." Back to work. I remained focused for the rest of the afternoon and was quite satisfied at the amount of work I'd completed by the time I left. I wanted to run by my place to pick up some clean suits and shirts for work for the rest of the week, since I would be staying at Grace's apartment. I was just enough ahead of traffic leaving the city to get home quickly, pick out some suits and casual clothes for the weekend, and then head to Grace's. I entered Grace's apartment building and was greeted by her doorman, Walter, who let me know that Grace had already told him that I'd be looking after her apartment for the rest of the week. Walter rode up the elevator with me to her apartment. He told me to let him know if I needed anything. I smiled as it hit me that Walter was beginning to talk to me almost as if I were one of the tenants. Who knew? Soon I just might be. I was anxious to get started on my chores for Grace. I know - weird. What was the hurry? I had the next two nights to get it done. What I was really hoping was to get all of the work done tonight, so that I could just relax the next night. I hung my clothes in Grace's closet and then stripped out of the clothes I was wearing. I decided to treat myself to a hot bath first. I turned on the hot water, poured some jasmine scented bath oil in, and then took off my undergarments. I put the dirty lingerie in Grace's hamper, along with what I observed was a large pile of dirty lingerie of hers that I'd soon be hand washing. I then returned to the bathroom and sat down in the hot, frothy water. I leaned back and let the soothing water wash over me. After soaking for a while, I lifted one leg onto the edge of the tub and applied some of Grace's shave cream. Using long, smooth strokes that I'd become quite adept at, I shaved my leg smooth. I repeated the procedure on my other leg, and then turned to my underarms. Satisfied that I was smooth all over, I washed with soap and then pulled the drain plug and stood up. I hated rinsing in dirty tub water, so I stepped into the shower and turned the water on high, allowing the pressure to rinse me clean. I grabbed a large bath towel and patted my skin dry. Next, I applied a generous quantity of skin cream and rubbed it all over my body. Grace had a sheer red dressing gown hanging on her door. I draped it over my shoulder and then went to her makeup table to get ready for my transformation. I quickly freshened up the red polish on my toes and then turned to my face. Almost without thinking, I was completely made up and ready for the next step. I examined the job I'd done and was very pleased with my skill, although, as usual, I was uncomfortable of my appearance as a made up man before I finished things off with a wig and breast forms. No matter what I ultimately felt about Grace's feminization of me, I was always more comfortable when I looked like a woman, as opposed to a femmy looking guy. I glued on my already painted fingernails. Next, I went to the guest room where Grace kept my maid's uniforms. I selected a black full-body briefer with attached garter straps, black full-bottomed panties lined with several rows of pink lace, and black fishnet stockings. After putting the underwear on, I found my DD breast forms and stuffed them into the body briefer bra cups. Then, I chose a hot pink maid's dress, trimmed in black lace. I tied the matching apron around my waist, and then selected my auburn wig. Once I was satisfied that everything looked just so, I fitted the cap for the outfit I'd selected and then slid my feet inside of the six-inch, pink heels that went with this outfit. Later in the evening I might regret this choice. Performing housework in six-inch heels was a difficult task. Fully dressed, it was now time for work. I pulled the sheets off of the beds and started the laundry. Next, I dumped all of Grace's lingerie into the wash sink in her utility room and filled it with soapy water. I'd learned through practice that letting her dirty panties soak made washing them easier. By then, I was hungry, so I went to the kitchen to fix dinner. I wanted to spend most of my time cleaning, so I decided to make a salad, as opposed to something I had to cook. I quickly made, and then ate, my salad. I then went back to the laundry room to wash Grace's delicates. I hand washed each dainty pair of her panties. I always marveled at the amount of lingerie Grace built up in her dirty clothes. I doubted that she'd washed anything herself since I'd entered her life. There were several slips, girdles, garter belts and bras to wash as well. Once I'd washed everything, I replaced the water in the sink with fresh water and rinsed everything, then repeated that process. I then carefully squeezed the excess water from each item and hung them to dry. By then the sheets were dry, so I carried them to the bedrooms to make the beds. When that job was complete, I vacuumed the entire house. The only things left were the bathrooms. That job took a little longer, but I managed to get it done in about an hour's time. I walked around checking to see if I'd missed anything. Nope. Everything looked great. It was at that point that I noticed the time - midnight! Jeez! I'd completely lost track of the time. Then it hit me that I had not heard from Grace yet. It was only eleven p.m. in Dallas. I hoped I'd hear from her soon, so I could go to sleep. I was whipped. Just then, as if on cue, my cell phone rang. It was Grace. Yes! I answered the phone with a sexy voice, "Miss Andrews' residence." Grace was on the other end, but she was shouting into the phone. I could hear loud talking and music in the background. "Hi Danni," she yelled, not even seeming to notice my femmy voice. "Can you hear me?" "Ye, yes," I answered. "Where are you?" Still shouting above the background noise she said, "You'll never believe this baby, but we're at a Super Bowl party being given by Ben Rothlisberger. You know? The Steelers' quarterback? It's wild!" I could make out the unmistakable beat of rap music in the background. Some rapper talking about, 'Bitches ain't shit! Gonna make the ho suck my dick!' "Oh," was all I could muster, my excitement at hearing from Grace dampened by the news that she was at a party without me. "Listen," she continued, shouting above the din in the background. "I only have a minute, but I wanted to let you know I was okay. And there is one more thing." Stunned at the news that she was out partying with a bunch of big NFL players, I could barely think to respond. "What's that?" I asked. "I just received a frantic call from Mandy. She sounded drunk. She's in the neighborhood and needs a place to crash tonight. I told her you were there, but that she could sleep over also. I just wanted to let you know." "What!?" It was my turn to shout. "You told her I was here?! Grace! I'm dressed as your maid tonight! Remember?!" I couldn't believe she was doing this to me. "No silly," she replied, laughing at my panicked reaction. "I knew that! I didn't tell her Danni was there. I told her Sissy was there, cleaning and looking after things. That way you don't have to worry, or change, or anything. Just be Sissy." "Crap Grace! I can't believe you're doing this to me!" I whined. "Look, I'm really sorry, but I couldn't tell my best friend she couldn't stay at my apartment. Especially in the condition she's in. I thought I was protecting you by telling her it was Sissy, rather than Danni, who was there. You've already proven you can pull off Sissy with Mandy. So you're just going to have to make the best of it." I considered what she'd just said. As usual, she was right. "Okay," I said. "But I'm not happy about this." "I'll owe you big time baby," she assured me. "Now I have to run. But there's one more thing. I know how Mandy can be when she's looped. She may make a move on you. I've told her that you can please her, but she has to keep her hands off of you. Okay?" "What?! You want me to have sex with Mandy?" "Only if she makes a move," she replied too casually. "But I also wanted to protect you. That's why I gave her permission, but put limits on her. This way your secret is safe." "Damn Grace! I can't believe this!" "Relax Danni. It will be fine. She'll probably just pass out anyway, so you probably won't need to do a thing. Just look after her for me. She sounded a little down. I only wanted to warn you, just in case. And to let you know that it was okay. I know how you feel about being faithful. Listen baby, I have to run. Love you! Bye!" She hung up abruptly, leaving me standing there in a panic. At that precise moment, the elevator bell rang. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Mandy's already here! I concentrated on putting on a good face for her. As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. Mandy was a little more than a bit tipsy. "Sissy!" she squealed when she saw me. "It's great to see you!" she slurred, as she stood swaying in the hallway. Half stumbling, half walking, she approached me and fell into my arms, giving me a huge hug. "Good evening Miss Stratton," I greeted her formally. "Are you okay ma'am?" I hoped if I behaved formally that she would not get any ideas. Mandy laughed. "Sissy, you're so funny! Call me Mandy! I thought we were friends," she said as she nuzzled her face into my neck. "Yes ma, er, ah, Mandy," I complied with her request. "Are you okay?" I asked her. "Sure I'm okay Sissy. Never better," she slurred. I could tell she was less than okay. I broke our embrace and led her out to the balcony to get some fresh air. I sat her on the couch and asked if she'd like something to drink - coffee or a Coke. "Yes!" she announced. "I would like something to drink. And you too! Get us some wine," she ordered. "Uh, Mi, er, ah, Mandy," I began, "It's kind of late. Are you sure?" "Sure I'm sure. Let's hang out for a while. You can have one glass of wine with me Sissy." I could tell that I wasn't going to dissuade her. "Okay," I submitted. "I'll be right back." I walked to the kitchen and found the open bottle of white wine in the refrigerator. I poured us each a glass and then, on impulse, brought the rest of the bottle with me to the balcony. As I handed Mandy her glass, she said, "That's the spirit Sissy. Let loose. To your hot little sexy body," she toasted me. I blushed at her compliment. "To yours," I returned the compliment. I sat down in a chair next to Mandy and sipped my wine. I enjoyed the refreshing smooth taste. I'd been so busy working all evening that I don't think I realized how beat I was. It felt good to finally be off of my feet. I took a gulp of wine. Mandy took a large swallow of hers as well. "Mmmmm," she exclaimed as she downed hers. "That's nice!" She held her glass out, "I think I'll have some more." I refilled her glass and topped mine off. Mandy was wearing the same clothes she'd worn to work that day, so I assumed that she had not been home as yet. Her hair was a bit out of sorts as well. Attempting to carry on some sort of conversation, I asked, "So, what have you been up to?" Mandy sighed and said, "Oh Sissy! Don't get me started. All I can say is, 'men'! Ya know? What are we gonna do about 'em?!" I was honestly confused. Maybe, despite my current attire, because I was a man, I wasn't capable of understanding her reference. So I faked it. "Yeah! I hear ya!" Despite protesting me 'getting her started,' it seems I'd gotten her started. "Don't get me wrong - they have their uses. But sometimes they are so much work. And they just don't understand us. Ya know?" Feeling completely baffled, I chose to simply nod my head knowingly. Maybe I'd figure out what she was talking about eventually. "I think you know about the new account I landed with Danni's law firm?" I nodded, "Yes ma'am." "Wellllll, there's this guy there - the managing partner? Anyway, he's the guy who hired me. Now I'll admit, I did flirt with him a little to help me land the account. I mean, we use what we have, right?" I smiled knowingly, as if I understood. Actually, that part I did get. Grace had certainly worked her magic on me. "Sooo," she continued. "He's been after me to go out with him ever since I've been showing up there every day this week. The only thing is, he's married. I don't feel super comfortable messing with a married man, even if he is hot. Ya know? So I was putting him off and putting him off. Finally, today he pretty much twisted my arm to get me to go out to dinner with him. He said we needed to discuss the firm's accounts and to make sure everything was going well. Well, it didn't take too long for me to fill him in on those details. Meanwhile, we're having dinner at a really nice restaurant at The Four Seasons hotel." I nodded, indicating that I knew where she was talking about. "So, we're drinking, and he's telling me about the firm and how important he is to the firm and all. You know, bragging like a man. Then, he puts his hand on my thigh. I'm like, 'I don't like where this is going,' but I don't want to offend the guy, ya know? After all, he's given me this huge account and I don't want to piss him off just because I won't let him rest his hand on my thigh. Not that it didn't feel good either, ya know? So I let him cop a little feel. You're looking at me funny. Do you think I'm like a whore or something Sissy? For letting a man do that to me just so I can keep an account?" I shook my head vigorously. "No! No!" I insisted. "Not at all," I said, picturing John Williams trying to put a move on Mandy, as if she owes him. "I'm just thinking how difficult that must've been for you. I never thought, er, that is.." I paused, thinking how to put this. I didn't want to sound like a man. "It's just that, you're right Mandy. Men can be such pigs!" I finally summed it up. "Ha! I'll drink to that!" she tilted her glass back and drained it, immediately holding forth for a refill. As I filled her glass she laughed, "But then there is the whole cock thing, ya know?" she roared. I laughed uncomfortably at her off-color joke. Mandy saw my discomfort and said, "Oops! I'm sorry Sissy. I forgot that you aren't really inclined toward men, are you?" How to respond? A woman would object. "No," I said. "I have nothing against men. I just don't like how they treat women sometimes. Like meat?" "Right!" she agreed with me. "Anyway, that's what I've been dealing with tonight. It can wear you out. I only hope he was satisfied. This really is a good account for me." "I'm sure you did fine Mandy," I assured her. Plus, I knew that I'd never stand by and let John Williams dump on her, especially if he was making her so uncomfortable with his unwarranted advances. Mandy smiled appreciatively at my kind words. "Thank you Sissy. You're sweet. How about you? How has your day been?" "Oh fine," I said. "Just cleaning things for Miss Andrews. Making sure everything is neat and orderly the way she likes it," I answered, like the obedient maid. Mandy looked around and said, "Well, you certainly do a good job at it. You really like working for Grace, don't you?" "Yes!" I agreed readily. "She's very nice." "Yes. I wholeheartedly agree. I bet you're tired too?" she asked. "Yes, I suppose I am," I replied. Smiling coyly at me, Mandy probed, "Too tired to maybe, you know....?" I looked at her quizzically. Continuing, she said, "Would it be too much to ask Sissy, for you to give me a little foot massage? You give the best foot massages," she said sweetly. The relief in my face that she only wanted a foot massage must have been self-evident. "Of course not! I'd be happy to!" I assured her as I rose from my seat to settle down on my knees before her. Mandy raised her heeled foot toward me and said, "Oh thank you Sissy! I just know that this will feel so nice!" I smiled. Mandy leaned back and closed her eyes. I removed her right high-heeled shoe. She was not wearing stockings. The result was that her foot, encased all day inside of her leather shoe, was sticky and damp to the touch. I began kneading the top and bottom of her sweaty foot at the same time, using two hands to squeeze the tightness out. Mandy sighed and moaned her appreciation. I worked her right foot vigorously, moving to her toes and then all around. I expanded the massage to her ankles and then her calf. I was actually experiencing satisfaction from relaxing Mandy in this manner. I liked Mandy. She was the first friend of Grace's I'd ever met. My mind wandered back to the hen party Grace invited me to at her apartment several weeks earlier. Mandy had greeted me at the door and made me feel very comfortable. She'd received me as a guest at her home for her big party. And although she didn't know it was me who'd done it, I'd had the satisfaction of pleasuring her before and I found her to be a very appreciative subject of my affection. Add to all of that Mandy's encouragement of me, as Danni, to marry Grace, and I was happy to be bringing her such pleasure on a day when another man had caused her so much distress. After I'd worked on her right foot for a good while, I switched to her left foot and repeated the procedure. Mandy became more and more relaxed, allowing her troubles and worries to be swept away by the tips of my fingers. Her right leg was splayed to one side, leaving an open look between her thighs, a locus I'd visited on a prior occasion, with very positive results. With Mandy lying back as she was, eyes closed, nothing prevented me from staring at her shaved snatch. She wore yellow, polka dot bikini panties, that I could see were wet in the crotch, clinging tightly to her smooth, damp mound, her pussy lips engorged. I was pleased to think my efforts upon her feet were bringing Mandy such enjoyment. When I finished her left foot, I set it on the ground, on my right side, leaving me kneeling between her creamy smooth thighs. Mandy looked so peaceful at that moment, eyes closed, breathing evenly. I let my hands venture where John Williams' had taken liberty with Mandy earlier in the evening. I hoped my touch would be more welcomed by her. I rubbed her smooth skin, letting my hands roam freely, drifting higher, and then retreating - teasing her just a bit with my fingertips. After a few minutes of this activity, Mandy's legs fell open wide. I don't know why I did, but I took Mandy's spreading of her legs as an invitation to delve deeper. I leaned in and let my breath wash over her inner thighs, edging ever closer to her sex. I could smell her strong, feminine arousal through her soaking wet panties. Smooch. I planted one little kiss on the outside of her gusset. She squirmed just a little in her seat, but otherwise did not change position. In fact, I noticed a slight push forward with her pelvis. I kissed her again. As I got ready to leave it at that, preparing to pull away, Mandy grabbed the back of my head with both hands, "No! Don't stop Sissy! Please?!" She pulled my mouth back toward her mound. I kissed her again. She pressed against me. Then, Mandy lifted her butt off of the couch, pressing her pelvis into the air. I took the hint. I reached to her waist and grabbed the sides of her panties. Slowly I shimmied them down her thighs. So much for only giving her a foot massage. I rationalized that this was what Mandy wanted. Grace had told me it was okay, and that she wanted me to make Mandy feel better. I held her smelly, hot, wet panties to my nose. The odor was strong and pungent - the sort of aroma that comes from panties spending an entire day absorbing all of the daily secretions from a woman. My mind wandered back to the first time I'd done this to Mandy. She'd been playing tennis earlier in the day. She was hot and sweaty that day also. There was something about the rankness of Mandy in her 'special place' that inexplicably turned me on. Placing her panties on the floor of the balcony, I returned my attention to Mandy's naked pussy. Her outer lips were red and puffy, glistening wet from her arousal. Her clitoris was erect. I stuck my tongue out and tickled the tip of her clit. Mandy sighed and worked her sex orifice closer to my face, as if to encourage me to be more aggressive. I licked once from the bottom of her crack to the top of her vagina. Her odor was intense. I could smell the combined scent of her excited twat, her hot and sweaty crack, mixed with a hint of urine from having peed throughout the day. If that sounds gross, I'm sorry. But, in that moment, I found it extremely erotic. My swollen penis, confined securely between my thighs by the snug body briefer I wore, signaled to me how turned on I was. "Yes Sissy!" Mandy sighed. "Just like that. Very gently. I'm so sore. What you're doing feels so good. Don't stop until I say so Sissy. Please?!" she begged. At this point, I had no intention of stopping. I loved eating Mandy's pussy. My mind was focused on one thing only at that moment - bringing her to orgasm. I licked her now dripping wet pussy. Mandy groaned, "God! Yes! Oh God yes!" As I licked her cunt, Mandy maneuvered her right foot between my legs. Burrowing inside of the thick layers of my petticoat, she stroked my crotch with her toes. Suddenly, I froze! Would she be able to feel my excited penis nestled tightly between my thighs? Sensing the momentary interruption of my tongue pleasuring her slick loveliness, Mandy looked down at me and urged me onward. "Don't stop Sissy! God! Please don't stop!" I hesitated for only a second and then went back to work. I could only hope she wouldn't be able to tell I had a penis. Besides, it did feel good to be touched in that way. I opened my mouth wide and covered her soft, smooth folds, forcing my tongue deep inside of her. I loved Mandy's raunchy, rank odor from being cooped up inside of her panties all day. I sucked her clitoris between my lips, twirling my tongue around it. Mandy began bucking toward my mouth, encouraging me with grateful moans and sighs. Meanwhile, forgetting the possibility that Mandy might feel my penis, I began grinding against her foot, my own drive for release being encouraged by the feel of her foot stroking up and down my crotch. "I'm cumming Sissy," she warned me. "I'm going to cum in your mouth Sissy. You're going to make me squirt Sissy! You are!" she screamed as she gripped my head firmly between her thighs and pushed toward me. Suddenly a torrent of her girl juices flooded my mouth and face, running down my chin. Her ejaculate was pungent and thick. I sucked and swallowed all that I could. She tasted incredible! As I swallowed Mandy's feminine discharge, I felt a slow surge of wetness fill the crotch of my body briefer. I came at the precise moment that Mandy did. I was in heaven, and happy that I had not held back tonight with Mandy. 'Thank you Grace,' I whispered to myself. 'Thank you for giving me permission.' Mandy lay back on the couch looking down on me, smiling gratefully and lovingly. "My goodness, but you are good at that Sissy! So good!" I blushed in embarrassment. "Thank you," I smiled. And then coyly, I said, "And thank you too!" She grinned back at me devilishly. "You liked that?" "Mmmmm. Yes. Very much." "I'm glad." Still smiling, Mandy said, "I suppose we should be getting to bed. I don't know about you, but I have a busy day tomorrow." "Okay," I replied. Slipping into servant mode, I said, "I put clean sheets on Miss Andrews' bed earlier. I'll get it turned down for you. I suppose you could wear one of her nighties. I'll wash it for her tomorrow." "That works for me," she replied. "Thank you Sissy. I might slip in the shower real quick. Will you choose a nightgown for me to wear?" "Sure," I answered. "I'd be happy to." I stood and helped Mandy to her feet. I picked up her heels and panties and we walked together to Grace's bedroom. Mandy continued to the bathroom and closed the door. I walked over to Grace's lingerie drawer and selected a pretty sheer, yellow shortie gown with matching sleep shorts for Mandy to sleep in. I laid them out on the foot of the bed and then turned the covers back. I then selected a pretty pink gown that was embroidered with tiny red roses around the neck, and had a pair of matching panties, for me to sleep in. I went to the guest room to get ready for bed. I removed my maid's dress and hung it neatly in my closet. I then stripped off my body briefer and examined the crotch. I'd really let loose with a lot of semen. I thought how weird it was, because the release felt different than it usually did when I ejaculated. It was more of a gushing sensation. I'd have to wash the body briefer tomorrow. Just in case Mandy saw me in the morning in my nightgown, I located a pink bra and put it on so that I could wear my breast forms to bed. I then put on my nighty and panties and slipped beneath the covers. I lay in bed thinking about the evening. I never heard from Grace again. I wondered if she was still out partying in Dallas. The apartment was very quiet. I'd spent the night alone there before, but it felt funny tonight, especially knowing that Grace's best friend was sleeping in Grace's bed, where I would have been sleeping if I'd been here alone. As I lay in the dark, thoughts running wildly through my head, I heard my bedroom door creak open. I froze, trying not to breathe. "Sissy?" I heard Mandy whisper. I didn't answer. What was she doing? "Sissy? Are you awake?" Still, I didn't answer. I heard her footsteps approaching the bed. She peeled the covers back and slipped in bed next to me, cuddling close to my back. Her soft, firm breasts were pressed snugly against me, and she nestled her crotch tightly to my behind. She draped one arm over my side. Her hand came to rest on my left breast. Surely she felt me tense up at her intrusion into my space. Not that I didn't like the feeling of her body next to mine. No. It wasn't that at all. I was worried about what she might find if her hand wandered anywhere else. Mandy leaned in next to my ear. Her breathing was soft and rhythmic. "Sissy?" she spoke again. "I know you're awake. Don't be mad at me," she pleaded quietly. "I couldn't sleep. I needed