When I was four or five I remember clearly being in their company playing with my toys on the floor. Perhaps this was where I gained my love for silky... lingerie because, as working class as the four ladies were, what I caught regular glimpses at wasn't your long cotton bloomers so beloved of music halls and Ealing comedies. What I saw were fine nylons and silky french knickers or perhaps cami knickers. Yes I was very young but I swear I didn't imagine it and I can never recall being told off for. Even she was a little surprised at my outfit. When she saw thepanty liners in the shopping basket, she gave a little nod ofunderstanding. "It's that time, is it?" she asked and I nodded in reply.Back home I changed into my pinafore (struggling a little with the backbuttons). I carefully sorted and ironed about a couple of dozen pairs ofknickers. It was strange doing this while wearing a panty girdle. I knewthat normally would have had a big erection from spending so longhandling this silky. She pushed the button for her floor. We rode up, her facing the doors, me close behind her. The lift didn't stop until we reached the fifth. Kelly led the way, still at knife point along the corridor. We passed a service cart and a couple of housemaids. I gave her a prick as we went by to remind her to behave.We reached her room. She took out her key card and slipped it into the slot. As the green light came on, I grabbed the door handle, wrenched it open and pushed her through. She tripped on. I looked directly into the eye of his cock, and then probed it with the tip of my tongue. By now, Tom was fully erect. I ran my tongue over the head of his prick and around the rim of his helmet. The piss was slightly salty, but largely tasteless. Tom had taken one of my plaits in each of his hands, and was pushing his prick against my lips. “Wait a second,” I gasped breathlessly, “I’m going to suck you off, but want you to cum on my tits this time.” “It’s.