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"Wendy.." he muttered, silently. 

Wendy was the one the agency sent the first time. Kinda like an escort agency, but this was cheaper and didn't involve any touching. Just a show, which the customer agreed to watch without interference. 

Every Tuesday morning, Wendy came to Sid's place to "clean". She always wore that sexy French maid outfit which she knew Sid loved. 

And heels. 

Very high heels. 

"You must really like shoes, don't you, little man?" she joked after the first time. Sid only heard "little man" that time. Wendy was taller than him in heels, not sure if she was taller without. 

She definitely was a big babe, and this only helped his imagination as his eyes greedily scanned her every move, recording the shape and feel of everything she did, carved in his memory..... 

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