.. she could just imaginehanding over the dry-cleaning docket to Mrs Figgis.She had brushed as much of the dried semen as she could off the skirtand d...abbed at the stains with a damp cloth because she couldn't washit; it would be ruined. She decided that it would be her 'blow-jobskirt'; she would just wear it when she went to the inner sanctum andwhen she was finally released from these debasing and pervertedduties, likely when the upper housemen graduated, she would throw itaway.She set her. "He told me to get onto my back and to hold my legs back. He covered his hand with lube and pulled the plug from my stretched asshole. He told me I was gaping open, and it was the most beautiful gape he'd ever seen. I was proud that my ass was able to take it, and I smiled at him and begged him to fist me. He started slowly with 2 or 3 fingers. They barely felt like they were stretching me. I wanted more, and told him so. Another finger slipped effortlessly into my hole. All that was left was. Sometimes they were touching and i was exactly looking forward to that moment. I wished how i could fuck my cousin then and there only. Suddenly i felt something touching my hard dick. i Could make out it was feeling like finger. Now i was sure she was definitely horny. So i decided to show courage and advance.I put my hand over her waist pulling her closer to me. She didnt resist. Now her boobs were touching my body. Oh my god!!! They were so soft. My penis was throbbing now. I planted a kiss. I did add two pasta items as chef's specials, a simple tortellini, which Wayne proposed, and a light chicken linguini with an orange sauce that I decided to test out. Since it was still only April the crowd was only moderate. I do remember being a bit shocked when I saw the wait staff. Instead of charming ladies, the all male wait staff was dressed up in extremely short and revealing French maid outfits. When I mentioned to Bruce that the outfits did go with a French menu, I drew a huge laugh.