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Chapter Twenty-one - Grace Goes to St. Simon's When we awoke the next day we went about our routine of getting dressed for work. It was no longer a question of whether I'd wear lingerie beneath my suit. It was a question of what I would wear. And Grace always decided for me. The next day she was leaving for St Simon's in Georgia with our mothers. She asked me if I'd stay at her place and take care of things while she was away. Of course, I would. And I knew what that meant as well. I'd play maid for her, even though she wouldn't be present to see me. She also expected me to clean our mothers' apartment as well, including laundry. The thought of doing that again both excited me, and made me uncomfortable that I was so excited about it. I immediately remembered Roger Dunn, the man who had come on to me the last time I cleaned downstairs. I hoped and prayed I could avoid him. It occurred to me then that I'd been with Grace and our mothers on the night that he'd indicated that they were to be together. I asked her about him. "Weren't you supposed to meet with Roger Dunn last night?" I asked her. "Huh?" she replied. "Roger Dunn? Oh! Yeah. We're on the apartment board together. But I didn't go. Remember? We went out to dinner with our mothers." Wow! What a relief! I'd been worrying about the leche unnecessarily. There was nothing, although he seemed to imply that there was. There must be something about some men that they have to act all dirty and crude all of the time. Maybe I was different I thought. The day passed uneventfully. That night, Grace and I spent a quiet night alone. She had me help her pack for her trip the next day. In the morning, I drove them all to the airport to fly to Georgia. I then went to work. Grace texted me later in the morning letting me know they arrived safely. She reminded me to be sure to wash everyone's lingerie. I already knew that was her expectation, but somehow, having her remind me to do so felt a little funny. Still, I assured her that I would. Then, she drove the dagger in. "It's okay to sniff." Fuck! Now she was basically telling me she expected me to sniff hers and our mothers' panties. I didn't reply. In a few minutes, she texted me again. "Okay?" Damn it! I texted back. "Okay." "Good girl. I love you. We'll talk tonight." "I love you too." I spent the rest of the day thinking about Grace thinking about me sniffing everyone's panties. But the worst part (and best part too) was that I was aroused anticipating the act. I was curious about what I'd find when I cleaned our mothers' apartment. They wouldn't be thinking that the maid would care how they were together. So this was going to be an opportunity for me to confirm what they were doing together, although I was already pretty certain that they had a sexual relationship going on. Other than dinner Monday night, they'd been alone together the entire week. When I got home, I quickly realized that I couldn't do all of the cleaning in one evening. So, instead, I decided that I'd call in sick to work the next day, and do the cleaning then. So, when I got to Grace's, instead of dressing in my maid's outfit, I decided to relax. I undressed and then drew a hot bath, filled with bath oil. I poured myself a glass of wine, turned on some quiet music, and then settled in for a nice bath. I soaked for at least an hour before deciding I better get out before I turned into a prune. Before I did though, I shaved my legs and underarms. For the longest time, shaving my legs seemed like such a forced thing to do. Now, though, I didn't feel right if I let them go for even a day. I massaged body oil onto my legs and then lightly powdered my body. Grace had left a black silk robe hanging on her bathroom door, so I slipped into it and went to her vanity. I decided to apply a fresh coat of nail polish to my toes and then, on a whim, since I wasn't going to work the next day anyway, applied two coats to my fingernails. I then turned my attention to my face. With no makeup on, I looked like a man. I began with the eyes, carefully drawing eyeliner along my lashes. Next, some eye shadow, then rouge to my cheeks. After stroking some dark black mascara on my eyelashes, I coated my lips with a deep, cherry red lipstick. The look now was more effeminate, the look I felt most uncomfortable with, but which I'd maintained for nearly an entire day the previous Sunday with Grace. Tonight though, I wanted to look like a woman. So I donned the long auburn wig, and brushed it out until it draped over my shoulders and down my back. I went to Grace's closet and began looking through her clothes for something to wear. At first, I thought about putting on an evening gown. But then I decided that I since I was going to relax I would prefer to dress for bed. So I selected a long, red nightgown with a matching lace peignoir. I found a pair of red heels to wear until bedtime. I went to the kitchen and found something to prepare for dinner. I fixed a salad and heated a bowl of chicken soup. I poured a glass of cool white wine, and then went to the balcony to enjoy the evening. As I sat looking over the view of the Potomac River from Grace's balcony, I reflected on how comfortable I'd become dressing as I was, both for Grace and, in the current situation, for me. After all, no one was present to enforce her expectations upon me. I was on my second glass of wine, thinking about Grace and our mothers, when my phone rang. It was Grace. "Hello," I whispered sexily into the phone. "Danni?" Grace replied, a note of non-recognition in her voice. "Who were you expecting?" I whispered breathily in reply. "Oh my," she cooed, picking up on my sexy mood. "Is my little girl dressed pretty? In her sexy maid's outfit? Are you cleaning my apartment?" I giggled. "Not exactly," I answered cryptically. "Not exactly? What does that mean?" "Wellll," I began. "I am dressed sexy. But I'm not wearing my maid's uniform. I decided to take the night off." "What?" she answered sharply, clearly disappointed that I wasn't doing what she'd directed me to do. "I thought I asked you to clean our apartments," she said. "You did," I acknowledged. "But there was so much to do, and I got off of work a little late. So I decided to take tomorrow off. I plan to do the cleaning then. I hope that is okay," I asked. Grace paused on the other end of the phone. "Hmmmm," she sighed thoughtfully. "I suppose that will be okay. So, Sissy," she began, switching the direction of our conversation with a single word. "What are you wearing? And what are you doing?" "I'm wearing your long red nightgown. With the matching peignoir?" I replied. "And I'm sitting on the balcony drinking wine and thinking about you." "Ohhh! That's very pretty. I wish I could see you. I bet you look delicious." "Good enough to eat," I teased back. "Be careful naughty girl," she chastised me playfully. "And what 'about us' are you thinking?" I decided to be candid. "About how much I've changed since we met. And how comfortable I have become with it all." "Really?" she asked. "You think you've changed since we met?" I hesitated, wondering what she meant by her question. "Yes," I said. "Don't you?" "Oh, I don't know baby. I tend to think you have always been you. I just brought out the best of you." I considered her point. She was suggesting I always had these tendencies. Then I thought of when I was little, and snuck into my mother's lingerie drawers until she caught me that time. Maybe she was right. I didn't want to acknowledge that though. I preferred to think I was doing what I was doing for Grace. "Do you think so?" I replied. "Does it matter?" she asked. "I'm just happy you have been so willing. For me. I love you pretty and sexy. I wish I could see you now," she cooed. "So, how has your day gone?" I asked, changing the topic. "Sissy!" she exclaimed, continuing to address me in my subservient role. "This place is so fabulous! It is going to be such a great place to have a wedding! Your mother has already made major headway on the rehearsal dinner. And I have found the perfect place for our wedding and reception. There is an outdoor chapel on the bay side of the island. There is just enough room for our guests. A shuttle will bring everyone from the inn where everyone can stay. And the inn also is providing special rates so that if anyone wants to make a vacation out of the trip, they can do so very affordably. Isn't that awesome?!" It did sound like a good set up. I wasn't clear on whether she meant for us to spend our honeymoon on St. Simon's Island though. I would prefer for she and I to be alone after our wedding. "Are we planning to spend our honeymoon at St. Simon's?" I asked. "Oh no! I have big plans for our honeymoon. But I did think it could be fun to stay for a few days after the wedding. You know? To kind of wind down before the big trip? Spend a little time with our friends and family? Of course, I hope we'll spend a lot of time in the suite where we'll be staying. Ya know?" she teased. That sounded good to me. I supposed a few days at the inn would be okay. "Sure," I agreed. "So, have you decided on a honeymoon spot yet?" "You sure are inquisitive tonight young lady," she teased me. "I thought we agreed that I got to make all of the honeymoon plans?" She was right, of course. We had agreed upon that. And I'd basically given Grace a blank check from the huge bonus I'd recently received. "I was just wondering," I answered. "But you will tell me eventually. Right?" Grace laughed at my persistence. "You'll know soon enough dear. Don't worry your pretty little head." She then said, "I've got to get dressed for dinner in the restaurant. They're comping us tonight to show off their menu. I don't know when I'll get in, so maybe we should say goodnight." "Okay," I replied. "Goodnight Grace. I love you," I whispered sexily. "And I love you baby," she replied. "Tomorrow, when you dress for cleaning, I'd like you to wear the pink maid's uniform, with the black petticoat. Okay?" The pink uniform? I was planning to wear the black. I figured if I had to walk the hallways of Grace's building in a French maid's uniform, at least I would prefer to be more traditional. But I couldn't bring myself to challenge her. "Okay," I agreed. "And Danni?" she continued. "Yes?" "Will you do me one more favor? Something I'd really love to think of you doing for me tomorrow?" Uncertain what she was getting ready to ask, I replied, "I suppose so. Wh, what did you have in mind?" "I'd like you to, ah, well, use the dildo in my top drawer next to my bed." Huh? She wanted me to suck the dildo tomorrow? That didn't make sense. "I d, don't understand," I replied. "Oh, come on Danni," she explained. "It's quite simple actually. I want you to insert the dildo into your pussy and do the cleaning with it inside of you. Wear the panty girdle with garter straps to hold it inside of you. I'll be so hot thinking of you tomorrow, dressed all sexy, sniffing our panties, getting fucked all day by the cock inside of you. Pretty please?" Fuck! I hated it when she did this to me. It was one thing to play maid for her. Now, she wanted to make me spend the entire day, walking around in heels, with a rubber cock shoved up my ass! Damn it! But guess what I did? Yep. I told her I would. "Oh Danni!" she cooed. "You're so sweet! I love you." "I love you too," I told her. "Well, goodnight then," she said. "Get a good night's sleep baby, since you have to work tomorrow. I'll call you to see how things are going." "Okay. Goodnight Grace," I answered as she clicked off the call. I sat on the balcony a while longer after Grace and I talked. I was thinking about tomorrow. I was, undoubtedly, worried about moving about the apartment building dressed up in a pink French maid's dress, especially mine, as it was shorter than my other dresses. On the other hand, there was something oddly, erotically exciting about it as well. Was it the added request? Was that it? I couldn't explain it. But I also could not deny the pain I felt as my penis throbbed inside of the restriction imposed by my chastity cage. The cool air off of the Potomac felt nice. I loved the way it billowed my nightgown, providing a comforting chill between my thighs. I wished Grace were with me. Soon, I thought. Soon we'd be together forever and always. After a while I went to Grace's bedroom. Entering her bathroom, I removed my wig and washed off my makeup. I then crawled into bed and, before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. I awoke early the next morning, took off my nightgown, dropped it in Grace's hamper to be washed with the rest of her clothes, and took a hot shower. Wrapping her red silk robe around me, I sat to her vanity and applied my makeup for the day. I had decided to experiment with a dark, almost gothic look, and was fairly impressed with the results. I decided I'd have to surprise Grace with this look someday. After retrieving the rubber dildo from Grace's nightstand, I went to the guest room where my maid's dresses hung. I selected the pink satin dress and matching black petticoat from the closet. Sorting through the drawers of lingerie, I found a panty girdle, a pair of pink satin panties with black lace ruffle covering the bottom, a pink bullet bra and a pair of black fishnet stockings. I lay down on the bed, on my back, spreading and lifting my legs up to allow me to insert the dildo into my ass. I slowly pressed the bulbous, cock-shaped head against my rosebud, gently sliding it inside of me. It felt tight going in, and even hurt a little. But I finally managed to get it all of the way inside of me. The sensation of having my ass stuffed full of the large phallus was strange. Next, I pulled the snug fitting panty girdle up my legs, tugging them tightly against the dildo. When I stood, I knew that the dildo was not going to work its way out. Carefully, I slipped my feet inside of the fishnet stockings, and fastened them to the girdle's garter straps. Then, I fastened the strapless bra in front, swirled it around, and adjusted it upon my chest. The large, DD breast forms, filled the bra cups nicely. A quick check in the full-length mirror revealed a rather voluptuous female form. Not having donned a wig yet, however, my immediate reaction to the image I observed was that I looked very sissified. Lifting the fluffy pile of lacy petticoat from the bed, I swished it up my thighs, settling it around my hips. Why was it, I wondered, that I loved the heavy feeling of being surrounded by the petticoat slip? I could not describe it. Finally, I pulled the pretty, pink dress over my head, helping it to flutter out, laying neatly over the petticoats, and adjusting it to lie just off of my shoulders. I clipped on a pair of dangling pearl earrings and fastened a pearl necklace around my neck. Next, I securely tied the matching apron around my waist. Finally, I stepped into the pink paten leather heels with the five-inch spike heels. Only one more step - my wig. I chose a dark black wig whose hair hung long and straight down my back. To top it off, I wore a headband wrapped in pink ribbon and with a small, black bow on top. Inspecting the final product, I knew that I could pass as a woman with anyone, so long as no significant interaction was required. As I began walking to begin my chores, I was quickly reminded of the intrusion inside of me. It would be impossible to ignore, especially if I walked correctly. And by correctly, I mean, in as feminine a manner as possible. Wearing the spiked I heels I had on made not doing so next to impossible. I guessed this was Grace's plan all along. My cleaning routine was settled by now. I stripped the sheets from the bed and got those going. Then I put fresh sheets on the bed. Next, I gathered all of Grace's dirty laundry and sorted it out. Any thing that could go in the wash, I sorted into piles on the floor. Everything else - the lingerie - was prepared for hand washing. Today, since I had to clean our mothers' apartment as well, I decided to go there to remove their dirty sheets (and find out if they were sleeping in the same bed), make their bed, and collect their dirty laundry. That way, I could get by with only two trips down their hallway. One excursion to do step one, and then one more to return their clean laundry and put it away. Stepping onto the elevator carrying a laundry basket and vacuum cleaner, I said a silent prayer to make it without running into anyone - especially not Roger Dunn. Anyone but him! The elevator was descending to the eighth floor, my stomach in knots of anguish. The bell rang and it lurched to a stop. A quick glance at the floor indicator lights caused a sharp spike in my anxiety level - ninth floor. Fuck! The doors opened and two young girls stepped on. They'd been laughing hysterically outside in the hall. But when they stepped in and saw me standing there, they immediately fell silent. I shrank into the corner, averting my eyes from their gaze. They whispered to each other, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Needless to say, I was quite certain they were talking about me. They were very pretty young girls. I guessed they were in high school - probably the daughters of one of the wealthy tenants. When the elevator stopped on the next floor, I whispered, "Excuse me," in as feminine a voice as I could muster under the circumstances, and slid past them to exit. One of them said, as I exited, "Have a nice day ma'am." I could hear them begin laughing again and, as the doors closed, the other girl exclaimed, "Can you believe how sexy she looked in that outfit?!" I couldn't suppress the smile at her comment. I had passed. I was embarrassed, for sure. But there was no need to worry that anyone would think I was a man dressed as a woman. I'd passed! Wasting no time, I quickly walked down the hall to the guest apartment, inserted the key, and stepped inside. My heart was pounding. I wondered if I would ever get used to such encounters. Having survived the latest gauntlet, I began surveying our mothers' apartment. For the most part, it was fairly neat. They'd apparently only used the place for sleeping, and maybe eating breakfast. The rest of the time they spent out and about. I went into the kitchen first and began washing the dishes. I stacked them neatly in the drying rack, planning to put them away in the afternoon when I returned with their clean laundry. Next, I plugged in the vacuum and did the floors. I checked the room I'd originally taken my mother's suitcase to. Without question, this room was unused. In fact, her clothes weren't even in there anymore. Thus, there was no point wasting cleanup time there. Next stop, Mrs. Andrews' room. Wow! No doubt about it! Two women were sharing this room. There were women's clothes everywhere. Apparently, they'd been so busy they hadn't taken the time to put anything they wore away. They were two distinct areas, however. Each of them had piled their dirty clothes on the floor by a chair upon which their clean outfits had been draped across. I picked up what I discerned were Mrs. Andrews' dirty clothes and placed them into the bottom of the hamper. Then, I removed the sheets from the bed and piled them on top of her laundry. I piled my mother's things on the top. That way, I was able to keep them separate. I made the bed, and then began picking up clothing around the room, and either hanging up items, or folding them, as appropriate. I tried not to allow myself to become consumed with concern that my mother was obviously engaged in a lesbian affair. She simply was, and there was nothing I could say about it, as she had no idea that I'd been inside of her apartment. So far as she knew, I was unaware of how intimate she and Grace's mother had become. Still, when I went into the bathroom to clean, and discovered the Feeldoe, a uniquely shaped double- ended dildo, next to the sink, I couldn't help feeling a little bit shocked and overwhelmed. I picked it up and sniffed it. It had no odor. So, they must have washed it. I considered what I should do with it. Should I leave it where I found it? Put it next to the bed? Clearly, neither of them were concerned that the maid would see it, or else they'd have hidden it. Trying to think how a maid might be expected to behave, I decided that I should simply clean and organize - not judge or ask questions. Thus, I carried the Feeldoe into the bedroom and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed, where it would be handy the next time they wanted to use it. Finally, I returned to the bathroom and scrubbed it clean. I replaced the dirty towels with a clean set for each of them. Satisfied that the apartment was clean, I prepared to return to Grace's to begin hand- washing each woman's lingerie. I decided to leave the vacuum cleaner until I returned. I needed both hands to carry the overflowing laundry basket. I laid a pillow-case over the top to conceal my mother's lingerie. Opening the door slowly and quietly, I poked my head out and looked up and down the hallway. There was no sign of activity. Stepping into the hallway, I closed the door behind me and quickly walked to the elevator. Hoping against hope that the car would be empty when it arrived, I glanced nervously about, just in case anyone exited one of the apartments on the floor. When the car arrived, my prayer was answered. No one! Yay! I stepped on and pressed the Penthouse button. I rode alone to Grace's. I was about to do the thing I'd been anticipating all morning. And the best part was, I didn't need to feel nervous about getting caught. First, Grace knew I was going to do what I was about to do. And second, I was alone and expecting no one, so I had no worries that anyone would walk in on me. Finally, I had all of the time in the world. Entering Grace's laundry room, I switched her washed sheets to the dryer and loaded the sheets from the guest apartment into the washing machine. I then began filling the sink with warm, sudsy water. Starting with Grace's pile, I began picking up each item of delicate lingerie. I began with her bras and foundation garments. I soaked each item, gently scrubbing the soap into the fabric. Her stockings were next. I then rinsed out each of the items I'd washed in fresh water, carefully squeezed out the excess water, and hung them to dry. Saving the best for last, I picked up the first pair of her soiled panties. I examined the crotch and felt my penis twitch when I observed the stained gusset. Lifting them to my nose I breathed in a deep breath, relishing Grace's pungent odor. Then, I sucked the crotch into my mouth, my saliva bringing back to life the dried expulsion Grace had deposited in her panties. I could taste her. I wished she were present so I could go right to the source. I repeated the process with each of the over a dozen pair of her underwear. The entire time I indulged in my kinky expression, my penis ached from its unquenchable desire. And I realized why Grace had encouraged me to impale myself on the dildo. I could feel it tingling my prostate the entire time I was engaged in my dirty deed. When I'd finished with Grace's unmentionables, I turned my attention to her mother's. Was I intentionally saving my own mother's for last? Probably. I wondered why I'd made that unconscious decision. The first whif of Mrs. Andrews' underwear was intoxicating. Could it be possible that she had a more powerful aroma than her daughter? Did the scent of females become more intense with age? I didn't know. But when I sucked the stained crotch of the first pair of Mrs. Andrews' panties, I was amazed at the strong, feminine flavor. God! I was consumed with lust for Grace's mother as I dove into her dirty panties. I tore through each pair of her stain-encrusted finery. If I had not been restrained as I was, I would have been masturbating inside of them. But alas, I was not so free. Instead, I had to be content to feel the strong desire, yet accept that I was restricted until my wedding day. After consuming the flavor from Mrs. Andrews' panties and washing them, I hung them to dry and turned to the pile of used undies belonging to my mother. Memories of my youth came rushing back. I wondered how she'd react if she found out that I was back to my old tricks? And at the urging of my fianc?? Who knew? Maybe my mother was seeing the world differently these days. I had just finished washing my mother's bras, stockings and girdles, and hung them to dry when my Blackberry rang. Retrieving it from my bra I saw Grace was calling me. "Hello!" I greeted her cheerfully in a sexy, feminine voice. "Sissy?" she addressed me with my maid name. "Is that you dear?" "Yes ma'am Mistress Grace," I teased. "Oh Sissy! I love when you call me that. So, are you getting your work done?" "Yes ma'am," I answered. "Good girl! What are you doing right now?" "I'm washing lingerie," I advised. "Ooooh! Sounds like fun. And have you, you know, been sniffing?" I blushed as the conversation became more intimate and inquisitive. "Yes ma'am." I admitted. "Very nice. And you like that?" It was true. "Yes. Yes I do." "Have you sniffed everyone's?" "Uh, not yet," I replied. "Oh? Whose then?" "Ah, ju, just yours. And your mom's." "Really? Saved your mother's for last did you?" Fuck! How could she know me so well? "N, n, no!" I protested. "It ju, just worked out that way," I lied. I couldn't admit that I'd purposefully saved my mother's panties for last." "It's okay," Grace said sweetly. "My feelings aren't hurt. After all, you'll always be able to sniff my panties. You may not get many opportunities to enjoy your mother's. Take advantage of the situation." Damn! Grace was incredible! I couldn't fool her for anything. "Do you have them there now? With you?" she asked. "Y, yes. I do." "Go ahead then," she directed me. "Huh? Go ahead?" I asked. "Yes Sissy," she insisted. "Take a deep breath of your mother's panties now. Let me hear you." Oh fuck! I couldn't do that! I just couldn't. And yet, I knew Grace. She wouldn't let me off the hook once she'd made up her mind. "Sissy?" she intruded my anguished thoughts. "Go on baby," she encouraged me. "You know you want to. Do it." Trembling, imagining Grace waiting for me on the other end of the phone, I lifted a pair of my mother's white Lace Nouveau panties to my face. The cotton gusset was stained, slightly brown, and a little yellow, just as I remembered from my childhood. I pressed them firmly against my nose, smelling her rich, unforgettable scent. Then, I inhaled deeply, loudly, ensuring that my fianc? would know what I was doing. For a moment, I forgot that I wasn't really alone. Grace was in the room with me, just as sure as if she had been physically present. I breathed in again. God it was intoxicating! Then, I sucked the crotch into my mouth and sucked loudly, drawing the remnant juices out of them. "Sissy?!" Grace exclaimed into the phone, interrupting my erotic interlude. "Were you just sucking your mother's panties?!" she asked incredulously. What? She could tell? Fuck! How embarrassing! As if sniffing them for my fianc? weren't sick enough. She caught me sucking them! Before I could form a response, Grace continued, "God! That is so fucking hot Sissy! I'm about to cream my own panties you have me so turned on! Fuck! I wish you were here to taste me." I was turning Grace on? Wow! I thought she'd be disgusted with me. But she was actually getting excited. Suddenly, I didn't feel so strange. I was holding the panties inside of my mouth now, gently sucking my mother's juices from her cotton crotch. Grace said, "I have to go now Sissy. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Things are going well here. I nearly have everything set in motion. I love you baby," she concluded. "I love you too Grace," I answered as she hung up. And I did too. Grace made me feel so special. I couldn't wait to begin our life together. I finished with my mother's lingerie and hung her things to dry, along with Grace's and Mrs. Andrews'. I only needed to do two more things at Grace's - vacuum and clean her bathrooms. The vacuum cleaner was downstairs, so I did the bathrooms. When I finished, the lingerie was dry, so I sorted each woman's intimates out and folded them, stacking them neatly in separate piles. After carrying Grace's finery to her room, and neatly placing each item in her voluminous lingerie drawers, I was ready to face the final task. I had to go back to our mothers' apartment one last time. That meant two more chances to run into the ubiquitous Roger Dunn. With laundry basket full of clean lingerie, I stepped into the elevator in Grace's entry hall and pressed eight. The car descended. This time, my eyes were on the lights, registering each passing floor - seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine - Yes! - eight, ring! So far, so good. When the doors opened, I slowly positioned my face to check out the hallway - all clear. I quickly stepped out and swished down the hall, as fast as I could in five-inch heels. Key in hand, I inserted it into the lock, turned it, and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I silently congratulated myself. I carried the lingerie into the room our mothers were obviously staying in together. There was no reason for me to do otherwise. My mother was clearly not using her room. Since I wasn't certain where each woman was storing her individual clothing, I set out their lingerie on their bed. Finally, I did a pass through the apartment to make sure I had not missed anything. As I walked around the living room, my eyes fell upon a wrapped package. It was wrapped in shiny red paper, with white hearts all over in various shapes and sizes. A pink bow adorned the top. Then, I noticed the card on top. In handwriting I'd recognize anywhere, a beautiful, feminine cursive stroke, was the name, "Sissy." My mother had left me a present, obviously in appreciation for me cleaning her apartment. That was very thoughtful of her. I picked it up and turned to retrieve my laundry basket and vacuum cleaner, to return to Grace's. Suddenly, I felt a presence in the room. I looked up. Standing in the open door of the apartment was Roger Dunn. Sporting a dark, predatory grin, he hissed, "Well, well, what have we here? A sexy little house servant?" "Ho, how di, did you get in here?" I asked. He jingled a key in front of his face. "Remember? I'm on the apartment management board. We all have master keys to the jointly owned facilities. But enough about me. Don't you look delicious in your little pink dress!" What was I going to do? I don't think I'd ever felt so, well, so, afraid. This feeling of vulnerability was foreign to me. The briefest flash of how a woman must feel when she is accosted sexually by a man crossed my consciousness. I didn't know if this man was just toying with me, for sport, or if he meant to do something. I only knew I had to figure a way out of this situation. "Uh, th, thank you," I said, feeling stupid for taking such a timid approach as soon as the words crossed my lips. "I bet you have to be careful bending over in that dress. You nearly showed me everything when you were wearing your black one the other day. This one is much shorter." "Ye, yes. It is. Excuse me sir, but I really need to go. Miss Andrews is expecting me upstairs," I lied, hoping he wouldn't want to risk upsetting his neighbor. "Oh!" he said, a malicious gleam in his dark eyes. "I wouldn't want to cross her now, would I?" He didn't seem all that concerned though. I just shook my head, hoping he'd had his fun and was ready to let his prey scamper to safety. "Of course, I'd be more concerned," he explained, "if you weren't lying." I looked at him, confusion and fear painted all over my face. "Excuse me?" I tried bluffing him. "Your boss, Er, Miss Andrews, is out of town until tomorrow. As a board member, I have ways of finding out such things. So, it appears she is not expecting you Sissy. It appears that there is no one who is expecting you. Hmmmm." he laughed an evil laugh that sent chills down my spine. I didn't know what to try next. I didn't know what he wanted, but I didn't have a good feeling. "Please Mr. Dunn," I began, trying to be respectful to him. "I really do need to leave. I don't want to cause any trouble," I said pleadingly. For the life of me, why was I being so wimpy?! Why didn't I just tell him off? Threaten to scream? Or something? Then, it hit me. I knew why. I couldn't draw attention to myself, or my rescuers would likely discover I was a man masquerading as a sexy French maid in the apartment building. I was fucked, but I hoped it was only figuratively. "It doesn't have to be trouble," he replied, his tone now soft and soothing. "It could be really nice, if you don't fight it," he explained reasonably. "Fi, Fi, fight it? Fight what?" He began walking towards me. I froze. I should have just run past him. Tried to get away. Instead, I froze. Even in heels, he was taller than me. His eyes penetrated me. I lowered my eyes, unwilling to meet his stare. With each move he made, I allowed him to exert a greater measure of control over me. When he was in front of me, effectively blocking any chance of escape, he placed his hand on my chin and lifted it until I had no choice but to look at him. He had to see the fear in my eyes. In a gentle, almost compassionate voice, he asked, "Do you even realize what a beautiful creature you are? You are, quite simply, delectable." What was he saying? This man who filled me with such trepidation and anxiety was complimenting me. And, inexplicably, I was pleased to hear him say so. I shook my head, refusing to agree with him. I just wanted to leave. But I believed any effort to do so would be futile. Worse, I feared Roger Dunn's demeanor was fragile, and that a wrong move by me might set him off. I didn't want to risk that. Continuing, he insisted, "Oh, but you are. I venture to say I've never met any woman so desirable." He leaned in close, pulling my neck to his face, breathing just below my ear. Fuck! He caused me to have goose pimples! Fuck! "Please," I began, but he put his finger to my lips. "Sshhh," he whispered. "It's okay. I won't hurt you." Wouldn't hurt me? If I didn't resist he meant. "No! I c, can't." He turned my face to his and pressed his lips to mine. I resisted, holding my lips closed tightly. He tried to force his tongue inside, but I twisted away. Then, suddenly, he slapped me - hard - right on my cheek, causing me to screech in pain. "Listen to me you little cocktease bitch," he said forcefully, yet quietly. "If you think you can prance around here in your slutty maid's costume and then turn away a man's reasonable advances, I have something to teach you. Do you understand?" he asked as he squeezed my cheek too hard. I felt a tear drip down my face. I didn't know what to do. I knew what he meant. I just didn't know how to stop him. Besides not wanting to, I simply couldn't go along with what he wanted. He would discover the truth about me, and, oddly so, that would be worse than what he was proposing. He placed a hand on my right breast and squeezed. "God! You're stacked!" In that moment I was thankful that Grace had purchased such high quality breast forms. Roger Dunn had no inkling mine weren't real, at least so long as I could stop him from removing my clothes. Wordlessly, reluctantly, my arms defenselessly by my sides, I let him maul me. I had to think of a way out of this. He tried to kiss me again. Again, I resisted, keeping my lips clamped tightly, preventing his insistent tongue from intruding. But I did not jerk away, as I had before. The slap had achieved its purpose and made me more compliant. Mr. Dunn was frustrated that I would not succumb to his efforts. He pulled back and looked studiously into my eyes, searching for a clue as to how he might break down my will. "Don't you find me even a little bit attractive Sissy?" he tried sweet- talking me. "Most women do. Even your employer has enjoyed my company. Wouldn't you enjoy that? Knowing you'd shared a man with your boss?" Okay. This wasn't working. Grace? Okay. I'd suspected there might have been something going on. But now I knew. Thank God it was over though. Then, an idea hit me. "Miss Andrews?" I asked. He nodded as he smiled knowingly. "Mr. Dunn," I began in a soft, feminine whisper. "I don't think I could, ah, do that to her. She is very good to me. I can't risk losing my job," I explained, hoping he'd have some compassion. Again, he studied me. As he did, his hand that was cupping my breast dropped to my waist, and then lower, until he slipped it under my petticoats and grasped my butt outside of my satin panties. He was much, much too close now. Thank God Grace made me wear the panty girdle today. My restricted penis was tightly tucked between my thighs, so there was little risk of being discovered - yet. But if Roger Dunn pressed further, it was only a matter of time. Then, Grace's entire building would likely find out her fianc? was also her sissy maid. Shoot! Even that embarrassment might be too much for Grace to bear. Maybe she'd call off the wedding. I had to think of something. As Mr. Dunn squeezed my butt cheek, pressing against my body, continuing to attempt to kiss my unwilling lips, I thought of one last idea. I sighed, pretending to enjoy his attention, as he held me close. "Oh!" I whispered. "That does feel good," I admitted. "But, I, I, there is a problem," I finally squeaked out. He looked into my eyes. "A problem?" he asked, my change of tactic seemingly giving him hope. I nodded shyly. "Um hmm. I, it's my, this is so embarrassing," I went on haltingly. I knew that this may be my last chance, so I tried to play it right. "It's okay," he said with true understanding in his voice. "You can tell me. It can't be that bad," he added. I thought, 'Just like a man. Nothing is so bad it could interfere with his sexual needs.' Continuing, I said, "It is though. I can't because, it's, well, it's my time," I concluded. He looked at me quizzically, not getting what I was attempting to say. "Of month," I clarified. "It's my time of month." His eyes lit up with understanding. I'd just dropped the universal "Get Out of Jail Free" pass used by women everywhere to avoid sex. There really was no good response from the man. "Darn!" he replied. "That really is too bad," he acknowledged. Yes! It worked! I'd managed to find a way out, even if it did require me to use feminine wile, rather than physical force, to effect my escape. "Maybe some other time then?" he hopefully sought a future concession. Playing my little trick out, I said, "Perhaps. We'll see?" He was staring into my eyes. I could see his wheels turning. Then he said, "You know Sissy, there are other ways." Now it was my turn to be confused. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, I could be satisfied, and we could call it even, if you, you know," he said as his head looked downward, between his legs, and also attempted to push me down by the top of my head. Fuck! No way! He couldn't possibly mean it! Oh no! The situation had just taken a terrible turn for the worse. The fear returned to my eyes. "Please Mr. Dunn?" I begged. "Please don't make me do that!" "Make you?" he replied. "No one is forcing you to do anything Sissy. I just thought, well, you said you wanted to, but simply can't. This is just as good, or, at least, almost as good for me. I thought you might want to. Then, no one would have to know you came on to me and maybe you lose your job," he continued, now lacing his request with a not so veiled threat. Now what? The last thing I wanted was for Grace to find out about this. Maybe become so embarrassed that I'd allowed myself to become so compromised that she would reconsider marrying me. Could I do this? Really? The thought repulsed me. Sure, I'd played Grace's fantasy games with the dildos, but that was with her - a woman. I was definitely not gay and had no desire to, well, do what Mr. Dunn was asking. What other options did I have though? Just say no? And hope he'd accept that? I tried pleading one last time. "Please," I said. "I just don't think now is a good time." His countenance shifted one last time. The new look on his face was downright frightening. "I've tried being patient you little hussy," he hissed. "I did not come in here for you to deny me. Now either you get on your knees right now, and suck my cock, or that little slap I gave you before will feel like a love tap by comparison. Do I make myself clear?" he hissed with a steely determination in his tone. I was trembling now. He was going to make me suck him. I wasn't going to get out of this. There were no more avenues of escape. We'd passed the point where reason might prevail. "Do you understand me bitch?" he barked. Looking down at the floor, I nodded in defeat. I couldn't believe I'd gotten myself into this mess. Why did I ever agree to play maid for Grace? This was all her fault! At that moment, I was furious with her. "Okay then," he said, his voice inflection becoming more soothing, now that he'd set out his ultimatum. Fucking men! They really were pigs. "Get started," he directed me. "And you better make it good," he added. Summoning up all the courage I could muster, I dipped to my knees, and kneeled before Mr. Dunn. I was staring, face-to-face, with the front of his trousers. His bulge was large. "Sissy?" he spoke to me. "Ye, yes?" I answered. "I want you to look at me when you do it. I like to see a woman's eyes when she submits to me," he explained. I simply nodded my understanding. "Go ahead," he coaxed me onward. "Take it out." Realizing I was committed to do this deed, I reached out and held the zipper to his trousers between my manicured fingers. Suddenly, it was as though I was outside of myself, me watching myself from the side, as I prepared to do the unthinkable. I tried to imagine what it must be like for women everywhere to find themselves in situations with men where they felt trapped, unable to thwart unwanted advances by any other means than sexual submission. That's precisely how I felt in that moment. Helpless. Afraid. Subdued. Trying to get it over with as quickly as possible, and yet racked with emotion and anxiety, with trembling fingers, I tugged on the zipper. "I said look at me!" he commanded forcefully. Obediently, I looked upward. His eyes were not warm and loving, as Grace's were when she played her fantasy game with me the first time she made me do this to her. No. His eyes were evil. Mean. Lustful. Possessive. Likewise, I knew he could read my eyes as well. And what he saw was a timid, frightened girl, giving part of herself unwillingly to his desires. And worse, I could see that was precisely what he wanted, and part of what excited him. Maybe the larger thing that he craved - the power to force my submission. Concentrating on keeping my eyes on his, I fumbled with the zipper. It caught, and I had to look down to see how to free it. Successful, I pulled it down the rest of the way. I glanced back upward, to meet his gaze. I tried to reach inside of his zipper, to get him free. It was difficult. I could tell he was big, even without seeing him. "Undo the belt," he told me. I began fumbling with his buckle. Everything I attempted was made more difficult because my hands were trembling uncontrollably. I was continually shifting my eyes, making sure to keep eye contact with him, so as not to upset him further, but having to look to see what I was doing. Finally, I was able to get his belt unfastened, and turned my efforts to unbuttoning his pants. When I'd managed to get his pants loose at the waist, I knew it was only a matter of time, and I'd be doing the unimaginable. I prayed silently for Mr. Dunn to change his mind. But no one was listening to my prayers. I paused, looking upward, as if for one final reprieve. "Pull them down," was all he said. I held on to his waistband and tugged. His trousers dropped and fell into a heap at his ankles. The only thing between me, and his penis, was his boxer shorts. It had been weeks since I'd worn any. His member was pressing against the cotton fabric, fighting for release. I thought, 'He must be huge!' No wonder, the incongruous realization flashed across my brain, that Grace was willing to spend time with him. "Go on," he spoke softly, urging me onward. "Go on." I looked upward. Then, turning my eyes to his shorts, I tugged. As they slipped past the tip of his penis, the blood-filled rod sprang upward. Unprepared for the spring-like response of being set free, I was too close and it smacked me on the chin. He was really big. Reflexively, I reached to grab it, to prevent it from hitting me again as it flapped violently in front of me. He was on fire! I'd held my own before, but holding another man's penis was something altogether different. I could feel the heat and energy. He was pulsing, throbbing, the blood pumping through his thick, large veins. He was alive! And for the first time in this nightmarish episode, I felt the slightest shift in power. In was subtle, but somehow, I could sense that, his penis in my hands, I had a measure of control over Mr. Dunn, even though I was acting against my will. I remembered to look at him. When I looked up, his eyes were rolled to the back of his head. He groaned. "Yes!" he moaned his appreciation. "That feels good Sissy," he let me know. Raising my other hand, I held him with two hands. He was thick. I could barely wrap my fingers around him. "Massage my balls," he directed me further. Holding on to his shaft, I cupped his ball sack in the other. They were heavy. Squeezing them gently, I could feel his balls. They were really big as well - much bigger than my own. I was, suddenly, in a real life object lesson, struck by the reality that, compared to some men - at least to Roger Dunn - I was seriously lacking in the size department. I bet he was bigger than me, even soft. As I caressed his balls, I stroked his long, thick shaft with my fingernails. I realized, at some point, he was probably going to make me go further. But I was willing to delay that moment as long as he'd let me. Maybe, if I just got him off with a hand-job, he'd be satisfied. I began stroking him faster. As I did, he moaned and groaned his approval. I looked away from his cock to look into his eyes. His eyes were closed. He was loving what I was doing to him. Yes! I'd get him to cum with my hands! I began jacking him off faster. Suddenly, he pulled away. "Stop!" he said. "Not yet! Not yet! You need to use your mouth," he let me know I wasn't getting off that easily. My last ditch effort had failed. I was going to have to do this. I took him in my hand again. I studied his tip. Pre-cum was leaking out of it. I thought of Grace. She'd prepared me for this. But I never believed she'd make me suck a real one. It was all play and fantasy with her. Now, here I was, dressed up in a frilly, sexy French maid's dress, on my knees, about to suck a real man's dick. But no one would ever know. I never planned to share this secret with anyone. Only Roger Dunn was ever going to know about this, unless he bragged about it to someone, because I was certainly never going to tell a living soul. I lifted his penis up. He was long, maybe ten inches. I wasn't sure. He was thick also. I didn't know if I'd be able wrap my lips around him. But, accepting the inevitable, I leaned toward him as I pulled his cock toward my mouth. I was just about there, ready to take a living, throbbing, cock into my mouth, fully aware of all that such an act would entail, including, most likely, a mouthful of sperm at the end, when I heard a voice say, "Hello?" Or should I say, we heard a voice call out. Because Roger Dunn reacted quicker than I did, as he jerked away from me and began scrambling madly to pull up his underwear and trousers. "Is anyone here?" the woman's voice called from the front door. On my knees, I froze, unable to move. The woman then saw us off to the side of the living room. Me still on my knees before Roger Dunn. Him frantically buckling his belt. "Sissy?!" Mandy exclaimed. "What is going on here?" she demanded an explanation. Mandy was in no way submissive. She seized control over the situation, "Who the hell are you?" she addressed Roger Dunn. "What are you doing to her?" she accused him. Stammering, Mr. Dunn tried to explain his way out of the situation. "No, nothing," he lied. "Sh, she lured me in here and began, ah, ah, she tried to take advantage of me," he pointed accusingly at me. "Bullshit!" Mandy shouted. "Get the fuck out of here you bastard! Before I call the police! Go!" she yelled as he struggled to fasten his pants and leave. He couldn't get out of there fast enough. I was still on my knees, speechless, not believing what was happening. Mandy had saved me. She kneeled down next to me pulling me to her and holding me. "Are you okay baby?" she asked soothingly. "What happened?" I tried to speak, but had been struck dumb. I felt them coming, but could not hold them back. The next thing I knew, I was crying and bawling hysterically, attempting to tell Mandy what happened. Mandy held me in her arms, comforting me. "There, there baby," she spoke soothingly. "You're okay. It's going to be alright," she assured me, although I couldn't see how at the moment. I let her hold me, placing my head against her shoulder, as the tears fell like rain. I'd never cried so. But the emotion of what nearly happened swarmed within me and I couldn't dam the flow. Mandy was great. I was so thankful she'd shown up. I didn't even stop to wonder why she happened by. I was simply glad that she had. I don't know how long she consoled me down on the living room floor. But at some point, my crying became a whimper, and my breathing slowed down. Mandy asked me if I was ready to go to Grace's. I nodded. She helped me to my feet and walked me to the door. "Are you through down here?" she asked. I told her I was. Then, as we were leaving, I remembered the vacuum cleaner and laundry basket. Mandy took the basket and I carried the vacuum. We managed to get down the hall without being seen. I wondered where Roger Dunn went. Probably hiding in his apartment, hoping we didn't call the police. As if I would do that! And have them question me? Ask for my identification? Right! No. Dressed as I was? Masquerading as a woman as I was? No way I was reporting what happened. I was still shaken when we reached Grace's penthouse. Mandy took control. "I want you to get out of your uniform Sissy. Then take a hot shower. That will help you get the touch of that scum off of you. I'm going to fix us a drink and we'll sit down and relax. Now scoot," she said as she playfully smacked my petticoats at the back. "I'll find you something relaxing to wear for after your shower," she added as I went to the guest room to take off my uniform. I did as Mandy instructed me. I was so thankful to have her here - taking control. I was a wreck! I hung my dress and petticoat in the closet. After returning my heels to their spot on the floor, I went to Grace's room, still wearing my lingerie. I entered Grace's closet and stripped naked, depositing the worn under-garments in her hamper. As I walked to the bathroom, I saw that Mandy had laid out a nightgown for me to wear when I finished showering. I assumed she expected that I would normally dress that way. The hot shower did help. But mostly, what helped most was the knowledge that Mandy was here to console me. I dried off and entered Grace's room. Mandy had selected a powder blue Miss Elaine nightgown that had cap sleeves. The hem fell to mid-thigh. There was a pair of matching sleep panties as well. Not seeing a bra, I assumed she was not expecting me to wear one. I was somewhat relieved, as I really was in no mood to do a full transformation. I just wanted to relax and try to forget the entire day. She did leave a pair of fluffy, light blue mules with three-inch heels, so I slipped those on. I went to Grace's vanity to see how I looked. My hair was still wet from the shower. I rubbed some hair gel into it and slicked it back. Looking at my reflection, something seemed missing. I stroked on some eye shadow, a little mascara, and rouge. Finally, I added some soft, pink lip-gloss. For the first time, when I considered my image without a wig, I didn't feel self-conscious - like a man wearing women's clothing. I just felt, well, comfortable. As I entered the living room I stopped in my tracks. Mandy was vacuuming the floor. I approached her and she turned to face me as she sensed my approach. She shut off the vacuum and smiled at me. "Now don't you look nice," she complimented me. "I noticed the floors were dirty so I decided to help you finish up here," she explained her vacuuming to me. "I've prepared a pitcher of martinis for us - Grace's favorite, of course - on the balcony. Go pour yourself one while I finish up. I'll be right there," she said. I went to her and put my arms around her neck. "Thank you so much Mandy. I can't tell you how happy I am that you are here." "You're welcome dear," she replied. "Now go! Sit! Drink!" she ordered me much like a nurse would. She smacked me on the butt as I turned to go to the balcony. I smiled as I walked away. Mandy coming on to me was not a bother. The fresh Cosmo hit the spot. The cool, late afternoon breeze felt good. I tried to prevent the episode with Roger Dunn from consuming my thoughts. I tried to look on the bright side. After all, Mandy had interrupted us before I was forced to take him into my mouth. God! The thought of it made me shiver. Still, I did hold it in my hands. I did, in fact, not simply hold another's cock in my hands. I'd fondled him. Caressed him. Felt his throbbing, needy erection. He wanted me. If I'd wanted to, I could have pleased him, and he would have been none the wiser that I was a guy. I tried to blot out the memory, but I simply couldn't. The image of me, on my knees, submitting to a man's insistence that I serve his needs, was indelibly etched in my mind. And I suspected it would always be a memory I would have to live with alone - because I was determined to never let Grace learn what had occurred. It wasn't long before Mandy joined me on the balcony. She poured herself a Cosmo and brought the pitcher to refill mine. She sat next to me on the love seat. She tipped her glass with mine and said, "To happy endings," referring to the close call. "To happy endings," I agreed. "Thank you Mandy." She smiled. "It was nothing but good timing. But I'm glad I came along. What an asshole!" I tipped her glass and smiled, "To assholes!" "I'll drink to that! The world is full of 'em. I'm glad you're not one." "Ha! Me too!" We each laughed heartily, and it felt good. We sat quietly for a while. After our second Cosmo, Mandy asked if I wanted to talk about it. I said that I didn't really see the point in reliving it. But she said that sometimes it was useful to get things off your chest. I shrugged. "Are you going to tell Grace?" I looked at her in shock. "Are you serious?! Of course not! And I don't want you to either," I cautioned her. She considered my response. "Grace is my best friend in the world Danni," she replied. "We share everything. Do you realize what you are asking? My best friend's fianc? is sexually accosted by one of her neighbors, and I don't let her know what kind of person is living in her building? That's asking a lot." "Please don't tell her Mandy," I pleaded. "It's embarrassing enough as it is, without Grace knowing. It will only upset her. And I couldn't stand for that. Please?" Mandy thought for a few minutes before speaking. "I'll make a deal with you. You tell me what happened. So you don't keep it all bottled up inside to deal with alone? And I won't tell Grace. How about that?" "Okay," I reluctantly agreed. I didn't really want to talk about it. But maybe she was right. Sharing with someone might be a good thing. So, I told her the whole story. Mandy mostly listened. I did have to convince her not to go downstairs and confront him when I told her how he hit me. In the end, she agreed with me that calling the police, though Roger Dunn would've deserved it, was a bad idea for me. When I finished with the story, we were each hungry and so we went to the kitchen to scrounge up some food. It was then that I asked her how she happened to stop by. "Grace told me you were staying here alone. I wasn't doing anything and thought you might like some company. I came here first and when you weren't here, I figured you must be downstairs. I just decided to come find you. And you know the rest of the story." I touched her glass and said, "To good timing!" "Indeed!" "Although twenty minutes sooner would have been better," I laughed. "Ha! Well, nobody's perfect." We laughed, and for the first time in several hours, I felt better. Really better. "You know what I could use?" Mandy then said. "What?" "I could use a shower. Do you mind?" "Of course not," I replied. Then a thought occurred to me. "Hey! Would you like to spend the night?" "Now that's an excellent idea!" she agreed. "I'll be right back. Why don't you make us a fresh pitcher of Cosmos?" I looked at her incredulously. "Are you serious? I have to work tomorrow." "No you don't. We can each call in sick. Besides, you could use a day to relax after what you've been through today." "Hmmm. Maybe you're right." I was easy to convince. "Okay. I'll do it. Hurry back." Mandy went to Grace's room to shower and change. I prepared another pitcher of Cosmos and went back to the balcony. As I sat down, my phone rang. It was Grace. "Hello!" I greeted her cheerily. "Hi baby!" Grace replied. " How are you?" "Just fine and dandy," I answered, the alcohol coloring my recent view of the world. "Wow! You sound like you're in a good mood," she said. "You would be too if you were on your second pitcher of Cosmos," I admitted. "Reaalllly!?" she came back, intrigued. "What made you do that?" Laughing, I replied, "One guess." Grace didn't miss a beat. "Mandy's there?" I laughed again. "You got it!" "How fun!" she declared. "I wish I were there!" "Me too! I miss you," I told her. "I miss you too. But this has been great! We have everything all arranged for three weeks from this Saturday. We're going to be married Danni! Can you believe it?" "To be honest," I truthfully answered. "Sometimes I can't. I feel so lucky to have you Grace." "Ahhhh! You're sweet! And I feel lucky too! So that makes two of us." "How are our mothers doing?" I asked. She laughed. "Amazing! They are having so much fun together. Sometimes I think they are happier that we are getting married than even we are." "That's nice," I said. "Let me talk to Mandy for a sec," she said. "Sorry, but she's taking a shower." "Oh! Is she planning to spend the night?" "I think so. You wouldn't want her driving tonight," I explained. "Yeah. Good thought. Well, you girls behave yourself," she kidded. "But, just in case you don't, have fun," she giggled. "Don't worry. I'll be good. Don't forget, you hold the key," I said, reminding her of my chastity device. "Oh riiigghhtttt! I do, don't I? Don't worry baby. It won't be much longer. And I'll make it so worth the wait," she cooed. "I'm counting on that," I retorted. "Well, I'm going to meet our mothers downstairs for a drink. Goodnight Danni. See you tomorrow. I love you," she concluded. "Love you too." She hung up and I sat waiting for Mandy. In a few moments, she appeared. She was wearing one of Grace's sexiest baby-doll nighties - a sheer red, laced with black appliqu?. Her beautiful breasts filled the bra cups nicely. She was wearing see-through, black net, bikini-style panties, and a pair of black high heels. She twirled as she made her entrance. "Ta da!" she sang out. I whistled softly. "Wow! You look amazing Mandy!" "Thank you very much," she said. "I believe I'll drink to that," she laughed as she poured herself another Cosmo. We finished off that pitcher as we snuggled together on the love seat. Relaxing with Mandy was just what I needed. We each might have fallen asleep there, except that Mandy got up and pulled me with her. "Come on girlfriend," she slurred. "Time for beddy bye." I let her tug me to Grace's room and we crawled into bed. Mandy cuddled up behind me, one arm draping over my chest. It felt nice having her hold me. I was struck by the thought that this was a good night for me to not be alone. I hated to think about how the night would have gone if Mandy hadn't happened along as she did. She gently flicked at my nipple, teasing me mercilessly. It felt wonderful, and I let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure. Her breasts pressing against my back felt nice as well. After a while, her hand drifted southward. I tried to catch her but was too late. She reached it before I could stop her. She felt the hard, acrylic cage. I couldn't see her face, but could sense her confusion. "What's this Danni?" "It's a, a chastity cage," I explained. "Okaaayyyyy," she responded. "And why?" I told her that it was Grace's idea - that we remain chaste until our wedding - to make our wedding night special. "Darn!" she said, disappointment in her voice. "Sorry," I said. We lay there silently for a while. She returned to playing with my nipple. Then I turned to face her. I stroked the side of her face. "You know? Just because I'm locked up, that doesn't mean I can't do something for you," I whispered. Mandy smiled. "You're so sweet Danni. I think I'd like that," she whispered. I kissed her softly on her lips, and she welcomed me with her soft tongue. We kissed tenderly for a few minutes and then I began to drift lower. Pausing at her breasts, I kissed and sucked on each one in turn. As I sucked her, I let a hand drift between her thighs and began slipping it up and down her wet, inviting slit. "Oh God Danni!" she cried out. "Use your mouth! Go down on me baby!" Requiring no further urging, I complied with her urgent request. My mouth settled upon her smooth snatch and I slipped my tongue inside of her pussy. She tasted wonderful. I sucked and licked her to a numbing orgasm, and then kept going. Mandy was thrashing in the bed before I was through with her. Finally, she stopped me. "Okay! Okay! I can't take anymore! God! Grace is such a lucky girl!" I smiled, happy to know she thought so. We were soon fast asleep in each other's arms. I slept wonderfully and awoke to the smell of coffee in the next room. I brushed my teeth, but did not take a shower. I did put on some lip- gloss, and then slipped my feet in my mules and went to find Mandy. She was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She was wearing the baby-doll she slept in,