It is hard to describe ibe how I felt at tthat moment. . The maids outfit definitely had an effect on me. It made me feel sexualized, erotic, but it also made me feel veunerable and submissive. I looked at myself in the long mirror, my lace stocking top****learly visible, my leg****aught in the seductive fishnet stockings. I walked out of the bedroom and went to the lounge. That's when I finally met Mr. Debonair. He was a handsome man, in his mid thirties, with dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. He obviously took care of himself and you could see he had a chiseled body. He wore a black suit and shirt. He was reading something on his laptop. The sound of my heels on the floor caught his attention. And he smiled widely as he saw me approach. "Ah Ms. Smith what a pleasant surprise. I wasn't expecting to have you till later" he grinned as he said the last words. I walked into the room and put m****nd out to shake his. But as I did so he pivoted and spanked me hard on my ass. "I don't recall asking to shake your hand" he said firmly. He then proceed to cup my left as****heek, following it up with a pinch. "It's about time that we had a replacement. Your going to be a very busy girl." I stood silent. Excited, ****ared, shocke. He eyed me up and down and walked behind me and whispered in my ear. "You naughty little slut. You'll be on your knees before this day is done". Frozen, I stood there,as he ran his hand down my back. "I'm****esert tonight""
