As he tried to cover himself, she slipped the white panties down over his knees and then gently lifted one foot, then the other to leave him standing in only the matching training bra and garter belt.  He again looked in the mirror to see an image which now made him almost tremble. With his hair newly brushed and his face still made up, the sight of himself standing dressed as he was with the sexily clad maid at his back unclasping his brassiere seemed a dream.  She delicately took the each ribboned strap between her beautifully manicured fingertips and pushed them down over the curve of his shoulders. As she pressed her bosom against the now bare skin of his back, she glided her hands down around his neck and then lower till they covered the nipples of each breast.

Cooing in his ear, she brought him to a state of complete distraction, “You have such lovely little breasts, Christine.”  Scraping the tip of her fingernails over the now stiffening flesh, she teased,  “See how your girlish little nipples stand up?”

By this time, the excitement had spread far beyond just his non-existent bosom; his thickening member could no longer be hidden. Despite his efforts to hide it, his erection protruded almost straight out.

With one hand continuing to caress his breasts, Carolyn reached around and took the discarded panties from the vanity, and, placing them over his throbbing shaft, began to milk the boy.

“Ummmm, nice soft panties,” she whispered in his ear.  She teased him unmercifully, “Does my darling little girl like her pretty panties?” Her perfume filled his nostrils, her soft lips caressed the nape of his neck. “You love your frilly new things, don’t you, Christine.”

As she slid the silky panties up and down along his member, he began to shudder,  “Yes! Yes! Make me your little girl!!”  With that, his shaft erupted into the delicate little panties and he collapsed down onto the vanity seat.

Hugging the now exhausted boy against her, Carolyn ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead.  “That’s my girl, my precious little Christine.” Unsnapping the garters, she drew the long white stockings down his legs, and removed them. Drawing him to his feet, she unhooked the belt and laying it aside, led the  compliant boy into the bath.  Shutting the water off, the large tub was near overflowing with fragrant suds. She removed a silk scarf from the linen closet and wrapping it around his head, tied his hair up out of the way.  Helping Christine into the water, she knelt beside the tub and began to sponge the sweet smelling lather over his shoulders and back.  Lifting the yielding boy’s arms, she swabbed under them and then moved lower over his chest and lathered his stomach. As Christine sat passively, the strikingly beautiful maid reached beneath the surface and no part of his anatomy was left unwashed. Taking a soft washcloth, she began to wash the makeup from his still beardless face.

“Close your eyes, dear” she warned as she gently cleaned the last vestiges of mascara and eyeshadow from his eyelids. Using the long hose sprayer, she rinsed the soap off him, and then holding a soft towel up, had the boy step from the tub. After Christine was properly powdered, Carolyn had him sit on the bed as she selected his wardrobe for the afternoon’s excursion.   A little over an hour later, Carolyn came into the den where Mary was waiting. She no longer wore the brief maid’s outfit, but instead showed off her stunning figure in a long blue silk gown.  Mary, too had changed for their dinner out. Though certainly not a beauty queen, the older woman still looked elegant in a stylish black suit.