You whisper darkly with malice and revenge in your bi male eyes to me, seeing my eyes open suddenly, wide as split coffee, as you come home unexpectedly on an earlier flight this summer vacation and discover me half-asleep in your queen-sized bed, completely cross-dressed as a French maid (made to obey?) or slutty schoolgirl in her thigh-high stockings, garter belt, tight white panties, slip, push-up bra, black skirt, and revealing slightly unbuttoned white blouse.
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