“Wouldn’t Polly be…well, jealous?”
Fifi laughed. “Mademoiselle is not ze jealous type.” She took his right hand and placed it on the center of her bosom. “Do I not please you?”
“Uh, well, yes, but—”
“Zen let me please you.”
She stepped even closer and started soft little kisses on his neck and under his chin. Her hands began stroking his chest in a delicate but insistent manner. He had to remove his hand from her chest as her bosom pressed tightly against him, but that hardly made the moment any less intimate.
After a few moments she pulled away from him just slightly. Reaching behind her, she made one tiny motion and her maid’s outfit dropped to the floor, leaving her clad in the skimpiest bra and panties he’d ever seen. She struck a sexy pose and said, “You like?”
“Very much so.”
