.. oh! no this is not going to help my nylon fetish and distancing myself from my ageing nylon queen and her underwear whatsoever.I couldn't make an e...cuse as it would have brought attention to what had happened, so i just said "yes o.k. mum" that's when she said "good be a love and just pop over to "dottys" and pick up her wash basket for me please", I replied with a little too much excitement in my voice "o.k. mum" and left to pick it up. I knocked on the door and "dotty" let me in and i told. .”He stands up and walks over to the door, pulls out a key from his pocket and locks the door. I watch him come back but he turns me back around, he then places stands behind my chair.“I was thinking something, a little more...personal..”I clear my throat and fidget my skirt nervously.“U-um and what would that be..?”I say with a stutter, coming from behind me I hear an audible zipper sound and belt shuffling.“What are you willing to do to keep your job…?”“Just about anything, sir. B-but I don't. Jill just looked me up and down and leaned over and pushed her cum filled panties onto my face and said " lick these clean then put them in the washing basket and get out of my house but you will return tomorrow at 4.00pm when I will be giving you your next punishment which will be quite painful.All that evening and the next day I couldn't get what had happened out of my mind !! Jill my 72 year old MIL had treated me like her dirty little pervert toy boy and I had loved it. The taste of her old. "Sort it out!" she said sharply, "I'll see you tomorrow." Where's mum going?" I asked as she left."Her father's ill, she going over to help keep an eye on him." dad replied, "Martina, we need to talk, but let's sit down."We sat on the couch and my father shuffled his feet for a moment before looking at me and starting in on the problem."Marty," he said slowly, "we've been told that you were having sex with a man right at the front door last night. Is it true?" No it isn't!" I said stiffly.I.