.. why else this raging hot burning again up between her legs, this rutting agony of desire that could only be quenched one way. And tonight she knew ...the way... there would be no need for encouragement, no reason for subterfuge of deceit. Tonight the beautiful young blonde, clad now only in her brassiere and panties as she was paraded in before these men who had paid ten dollars for the show she was about to give them, was eager enough on her own... eager for anything as long as it would give. While Mistress did not respond to me immediately, she did show clear signs as to her enjoyment."That's it," Mistress smiled, "I needed this after a long day at work." Thank you, Mistress," I replied.Several minutes later, when Mistress was fully satisfied with her massage, she looked at her glass, and asked:"Did my girl go all her chores today?" Yes, Mistress," I replied."Do you get your uniform dirty?" No Mistress." Did you wait for me on your knees?" Yes, Mistress." Do I have to check the. As Martha I had no husband with shirtsto iron; and Rob's shirts had always been ironed by my wife, theCountess, or my mother, the Dowager Countess."I better had," she agreed. "Fleur hates ironing, so you'll have toget used to it."In the next half hour I learned how to iron every kind of garmentefficiently. I also learned how to make sure the iron was at theright temperature for every fabric, and not to use a hot iron to getcreases out of bras. We both wondered how there had come to be somany. Later we both realized that we love each other and made mistake getting into a brother-sister relationship. So we thought of moving out of that and build something else for us. And it became incest kind of thing… We used to hangout chat a lot and spend lot of time… just a normal hug was happening and also sometimes small kiss when I drooped her home back… But never got chance to go further than it… She use to wear formal dresses Which made her look beautiful… we were so open that we have broken.