Sie alle trugen knappe, schwarz weiße, Dienstmädchen Uniformen die den Blick auf großartige Dekolletés und lange schlanke Beine freigaben."Sie sch...einen heute ja bester Laune zu sein Gräfin", bemerkte eine Frau die am Ende der Reihe stand. Sie war 33 Jahre alt, hatte lange gelockte braune Haare und ein schlichtes Gesicht das sie aber durch einen äußerst erotischen Körper mehr als wettmachte. Im Gegensatz zu den anderen Dienern war sie in Butler-Kostüm gekleidet welches allerdings, aufgrund eines. " Nice cock." What can I say? I owe it all to my Mom and Dad." What do you like to do?" Sandy said."What do I... ? The usual things. I'm not into kinky sex, I don't think. I mean, no whips, no chains." Fellatio?" How many guys you've met, don't like fellatio?" Cunnilingus?" Oh, yeah! I'm a yodeler from way back!" I knew there was something I liked about you." What about you?" I asked her. "What do you like?" I like this," she said."What?" This. Just, y'know -- talking like this, before. But not. She wanted me to allow her to use her previously mentioned little bag of sex tools & devices. I had to agree before hand to let her proceed even if I might not like where it was going. I bargained with her saying I would submit if she would let me attempt to fist fuck her soon. I thought she was going to throw off her clothes and have me start right then. The heavy breathing told me I had just come up with something she wanted very badly. I was amazed she remembered where this conversation had. “Quite full and bouncy, she will be able to take a lot of strokes.” I could only press my eyes shut and try to ignore the implications her ominous remark held for my future. “And if her impertinent little pussy is anything to go by right now, we will have ample reason for chastisement. But there is one thing that needs to go. Joanne, what do you think? Scurry over to our friend, Paisy, and let her have a look at you.” I stood up, relieved, but when I reached for the shorts, a slap on my bum.