When I got home around 12:30, I had the distinct feeling someone had been in my house; there was a glass on the kitchencounter that I hadn't used. My first thought was Molly because all the doors were still locked. I sent her a text but got no answer. I cautiously went into my bedroom into then my study. On my desk was a note from her on top of a small package and my purple and black open toes pumps. The note said what’s on the desk is what I wear over tomorrow, put it on and text her. I went oh fuck.
I opened the package and saw this totally trashy French maid costume, mesh hose and open crotch panties. Then I really went oh fuck. my cunt was throbbing. I looked at the maid outfit again and knew I didn’t order this and assume she did.
I stripped and tried the thing on. The look was totally slutty.
The outfit is a sheer open bust micro mini, a black mesh skirt which ends at the bottom of my butt. There’s a wide V white mesh panel which goes from the scooped neckline, down the outer sides of my tits (leaving them visible beneath the mesh) and ends at the waist. The sides and back of the thing are black spandex and black shoulder straps hold the top up. It also has a stupid little white apron about the size of half a napkin attached to the front of the waist band that covers absolutely nothing and just draws attention to the black open crotch panties. With the heels, mesh thigh highs and slit panties, I look like some rank exhibitionist.
I texted Molly that I had the costume on. Immediately she texted back and asked … everything including heels hose and panties? I said yes. She said what I have on now is what I’d wear over tomorrow; that, and nothing else. I text back … Molly, please no.
She ignored that text and sent back that somebody would be over to pick me up at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Since then she has not answered the rest of my texts or my call.
She is playing with me. I’m so fucked.
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