It stops just shy of the buttocks, still covered by your underwear. Your body is set free from being pinned, only to be turned over onto your back. St...rting once again from the neck, the fingers knead, press, and roll down past the shoulders, over the chest and through the torso. Stopping at the underwear, the fingers pull on the top, forcing you to lift up your hips before letting the rest of the underwear slip to your ankles. Your cock, partially erect, stands. More oil lubricates the hands. Yet another day started and not much to look forward to.The washing machine was only half filled today. She liked to make sure that she kept on top of the dirty clothes, no-one else was likely to bother to pick anything up and put it in for cleaning so she made the effort to do a little and often. Ben, her husband was always too far off in his own little world to do something as helpful. He just seemed to use the place as a hotel most of the time.Not that she wouldn't enjoy it if he would let. Her giggling told me that she had done it on purpose. ‘Too bad,’ Anne shrugged, ‘if you can’t decide, it will be both for you, bunny-ears.’ I wanted to protest, but the phrase seemed to pull a lever in my head. This was her game, her secret code-word. And with it came that deep-rooted need to please her. I swallowed hard and whispered demurely, ‘Yes, Mistress!’ A second later, my vision was once more filled by Brenda’s wide backside, and I tentatively extended my tongue and licked a soft trail. That it had to be in her work clothes? It was a clear message, if ever there was one. But Julie didn’t care. She should have. Did it bother her that she didn’t? Probably. She had never been a woman to be taken lightly or for granted and that was part of what Greg was doing. And she was a professional woman who was never one to accept sexist treatment. And now? She looked at herself in the mirror. With her blazer open, Julie could see her erect nipples through her blouse. It wasn’t the.