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Epilogue

I popped my lips in the mirror, making sure the gloss was even over them. Madame Adalyn was especially particular about that — there had been more than one punishment for poorly applied lipstick and gloss, and I wasn't about to let that happen again.

"Jessi," came Mistress Katie's voice, already thick with pleasure. "You are required."

With one final glance in the mirror, I clicked my way to their bedroom. I had long since mastered the heels, even the new pair that had me nearly on my tiptoes. I could hear Madame Adalyn's grunting moans even before I opened the door to see her bouncing on top of a man bound to the four corners of the bed.

"Your services will be needed shortly," Mistress Katie said, her hand making tight, frantic circles in her panties.

The man was groaning in time with Madame Adalyn's bounces. I was stiff in my black satin panties. Mistress Katie was staring at me hungrily, and I watched her gaze travel up my stocking-covered legs and over the petticoat-raised skirt. My maid's outfit was tiny and low-cut, all the better for Mistress and Madame to leer at and tease me in.

"Oh fuck! " Madame Adalyn cried, pushing down on the man while his fingers clawed useless in the air, a long groan coming from his open mouth.

"That's your cue, Jessi," Mistress Katie said, biting her lip, anticipating what I was about to do. "Go clean your Madame out. If you do a good enough job, maybe I'll even let you ride my cock."

"Yes, Mistress," I said primly with a low curtsey.

Then I climbed onto the bed, tongue ready to service my Madame.