Yvette the Maid arrives

Chris and Lauren waited patiently in the kitchen. Gwen had entered the bedroom already and they were eagerly waiting to see what would happen.

"Maybe she didn't put it on?" Chris said.

Lauren shook her head, "She will."

Moments later there was the click of high heels on hardwood. They both grinned as they turned to look at the bedroom door.

Standing there was Gwen, but her personality was completely different. She was wearing the sleek black dress complete with apron and maid cap. The outfit accentuated her curves amazingly and the plunging neckline gave everyone a front row seat to her picturesque breasts. Her demeanor had changed to one of sensual desire and the promise of obeying every command.

"Good eveneng, Mastair Chris and Meestrez Lauren," Gwen said, "How might Yvette asseest you?"