Shemale Maid

Dr. Harding: "Very well. Go upstairs, change your clothes and come back. I want you to take care of my collection... My poor vases never looked so dirty. When was the last time you dusted my vases? A year ago?"

Colleen: "Oh, NO! I dust them every week... I'm very sorry Mr. Harding. I'm going upstairs to change and I will have them cleaned in less than ten minutes."

She ascended the stairs as fast as she could and entered the dressing room. Feeling guilty about her behaviour, she stripped naked and opened the built-in wardrobe. She knew she had to choose something really nice if she wanted to distract his attention. He seemed to be extremely upset and she was afraid that he might be considering of firing her.

She searched through the wardrobe until she found what she was looking for. The maid outfit she chose consisted of: a pink fishnet dress, with very thin shoulder straps, which barely covered the middle of the thighs; a white collar and a red bow tie; a white apron with a big red heart in the middle; a scandalous tiny pink g-string; red stockings and 5 inches stiletto heels made of glass.

She got dressed, took a black feather duster and descended the stairs very carefully, trying to keep her balance after each step. Dr. Harding looked absorbed in the reading of his magazine but every time she wasn't looking at him, she could feel his eyes glued on her back. So, she started cleaning vase after vase, assuming lewd stances which would give him an ample view of her amazing curves.

She would completely bend over, bringing the upper body in a horizontal position, and dust the vases smoothly and slowly, swaying her marvellous ass cheeks with the grace of a cat. Sometimes, in order to reach the far side of a bookshelf, she would balance on one foot and put the knee of the other on a convenient spot so that the thighs would form a 90-degrees angle, causing the disappearance of the string between her smooth orbs. If the height and width of a vase were appropriate, she would rest the bulk of her tits on its top and her delicate fingers would caress its surface as if it were her baby.