Mishra gave a satisfied purr and her tongue darted along the outer cuve of the maid's ear.  Rarely one to hurry things, she slid one hand within the parted folds of the uniform, but only splayed her fingers out over the maid's belly.<br/><br/>Bending down to nible on the maid's neck, she worked her way back up to her ear and whipsered, "Kiss me."