French Maid

French Maid

My fifteen-year-old daughter Dominique was even sexier that her mother had been. Since her mother’s death two years ago Dominique has been a handful to say the least.

My hands were tied and I was at my wits end. I couldn’t beat Dominique as much as she deserved and I couldn’t put her into foster care either.

As a last resort my sister promised to straighten her out and return her to me in a few months. I had my doubts but I had no other choice but to take her up on her offer. So I dropped Dominique off one day and left.

I got monthly reports from my sister saying that Dominique was improving slowly, she had passed step two, or that she was learning respect.

Finally after six months I was invited for the weekend. I was to arrive on Friday after I got out of work and that if all went well I could probably take Dominique home on Sunday evening.

When I arrived Dominique greeted me at the door with a smile, a curtsy, and then bent over showing me her bare ass before carrying my bag up to my bedroom. I was in shock as I looked at my daughter walking toward the stairs. Dominique was wearing the most obscene maid’s uniform that I had ever seen and without any underwear.

My sister took me into her study. She had to led me because I couldn’t take my eyes off Dominique as she ascended the long staircase to the upper floors.

My sister led me to an over stuffed armchair and pushed me into it.

Gracie said, “Put your eyes back in their sockets dear brother!” Then she pushed a button.

Moments later Dominique arrived at the door and curtsied to us. Gracie told her to get two glasses of white wine and to hurry. Dominique turned and bowed at the waist showing us her fine bare ass. Dominique returned shortly, curtsied again, and handed us our drinks. Once again she turned, bowed, and showed us her ass.

Gracie then started to tell me about Dominique’s uniform.