On my knees behind her, my hands run up her gorgeous legs, trace the crease where the back of the thigh meets the swell of her bottom. Dirty. Sex “Come to Mommy,” I hear her half-asleep murmur. I am happy to work hard, to work long hours cleaning her bathroom, washing her silky little underthings. She leaves her soiled panties on the floor for me. Mommy is so good to me. I bathe her toes with my tongue. I blow dry her hair. She lets me slip them over her feet, her legs come uncrossed, I slip them up her ankles, trying not to let her know that I am trying so hard to look between her legs as I work the panties up to her knees. Her eyes are closed, as she soaks in the hot air streaming through her scalp, sensual, every pore of her body, a pleasure center. I kneel at her feet, placing the rolled stocking at her toes, and slowly, slowly roll the silky nylon over each foot, calf, and up her thigh, where I secure them with a garter. My French maid outfits all have scoop necks that put my breasts on display. As she watches TV or talks with her boyfriends on the phone, I try to remain still, to be a good footrest, not to
