“You really know how to do it,” she said reflectively at length.“And you know how to bring out the best,” he responded.“The best or the beas...t?” she giggled.“Either, both or the breast!” he laughed in return. “The best breasts, definitely, you have.”“Thanks Yoda,” Another giggle.“Don’t worry about tomorrow,” she added, “we fit together well physically, and enjoy each other, but I know your heart is elsewhere. No, don’t say anything. I just want to thank you while you’re still inside, and say if. Today I'd made sure there would be no repeat of last week's training session. I had taken the precaution of inserting a fully lined pad within my briefs. I could be as wet as the swimming pool outside, and no one would notice, thank the stars. "Let's finish it off on the machines with ten minutes on the rower," he said. "We should be able to do two kilometres. Let's start with our hands over for a kilometre and then turn them under for a kilometre. That should serve to utilize a variety of. I give my response. Yes sir. Always, yes sir. Anything, yes sir. Everything, yes sir... Without a fraction of hesitation, I turn to my husband...the instrument that will assist me in completing my task. I move my hand to his cock and grip it hard. The early morning testosterone boost helps my assignment and he's hard almost instantly. I slide under the covers pulling his boxers down, my mouth following, kissing and licking as I go. I stroke him, squeezing his cock harder and lick up the length. Wiggling in a state of intense physical pleasure, it is only as she ties the stocking in place around his testicles with a pink silk ribbon that the words, "We all have to wear sex stockings," set off alarm bells in his tortured mind."We?" he gasps. "What do you mean 'we'?" Miss Lacey's maids, the she-males. You, me... all of us."He steps back instinctively. A look of shock replaces the hungry gaze. "You? You're a... male?" Of course, silly! I'm a Graduate maid, in the final stage of my.