By midnight, it is just the two of us left and as we both suffer from insomnia we decide to go for one more. I pick up a video without a label and sho...ve it into the machine. We stare in silence and have no clue what movie it is. Soon however, it is clear we are watching a soft porn flick which one of the colleagues must have forgotten. I don't dare to look at her but suggest to change knowing how conservative she is. She doesn't reply but just holds me back. I glance over and see her fixated on. "Thanks" I said. And then for the next couple of hours we just workedas normal, doing our different bits and pieces, except it wasn't normaland we both knew it, cause instead of jeans and a sloppy Joe I waswearing tight slinky pants and a knitted jumper that kept slipping offmy shoulder, and white shortie socks. And a pair of black lace panties,with a thong I could feel constantly in between my bum cheeks, which Iguess Andrew didn't know about, but since my boxers were in the dryer aswell, he. She was going to leave and suddenly turned back. ‘You know you are going to need a housekeeper for this place.’ I nodded. ‘Yes. I did think of that when we were moving in. Got any ideas?’ ‘I think so. Let me ask around and I’ll get some possibilities in for you to interview.’ ‘For us to interview. You are part of this as much as I.’ I got the smile again. Three weeks later Tina brought to my attention an email from Mr. Prescott. He had found something and would like to call to discuss his. “Good morning Mistress. I'm... definitely not cold.”Bayonetta chuckled, sitting with him on the rubber sheets and blankets. Her arms extended and swept over the full body sleep sack. She glided her hands up and down his limbs, massaging him lightly in his latex prison and groping him wherever she desired. Her smile beamed as she caressed her property.“Yes, I'm sure you're more than a little warm in there, but it pleases me greatly that you made it through the night with no complaints.”She lay.