I knew already quite a bit about ironing but I listenedto her patiently as she was explaining to me her various 'secrets' as shecalled them, about lev...l of temperature, type of material, pleats etc.She was a good ironer but I was quite confident myself. I realized thatironing was going to be one of my favorite house activities. We had our traditional sandwich lunch prepared by me and then it wasgoodbye time. Another hug a few more tears from her part and she went tocollect her few personal. As I sat there being bounced, the two new men began to walk towards me and drop their pants. My mouth readied for another session of cocksucking.The first man revealed a rock hard, medium-sized cock. He was eager to have it sucked and quickly moved towards my head.The second man caused my jaw to drop open when he dropped his boxers to reveal a mostly-hard, enormous cock. I don’t know its size but I knew it was bigger than any of the others that day by at least a few inches. It hung there like a. Arranged like phalanxes eitherside of her were two rows of the mistresses and they marched purposefullytowards the buses.She had obviously arrived to conduct the proceedings and she took aprominent position in front of the three buses. She and all the othermistresses each held a short riding crop in their hands. Their obviousobjective was to intimidate the occupants of the buses.For long moments, nothing seemed to happen, then, slowly, a frilly bluedress, identical in style to our pink and. “That too,” she replied. I did my best to keep my eyes focused on hers, but it was hard. One beer turned into two and then three. We laughed and chatted about various things. She was easy to chat with. I hadn’t been involved with a girl in months and had just about given up on finding the right one. Jamie shifted positions on my couch. She fanned herself with her hand. “It’s getting warm in here.” “I’d ask you to get comfortable,” I replied, “but I think you already are.” Jamie smiled. “If I.