Hope you'll like it! Looking down at the floor as I knelt at my wife's delicate feet, I could see her pedicured toenails that I had just painted no more than an hour ago with their meticulous layer of red polish. I could also see the white lace-trimmed hem of my black satin maid's dress. You heard right, my dress. My wife and mistress lifted one dainty foot, and I slipped the gossamer-thin, lace-paneled, black silk panties up to her ankle, and then repeated it when she lifted the other foot.