Thinking that was a little strange, I waited by the door for a chance to see who was in there. About 5 minutes later, the door flew open and a huge m...n stumbled out, buttoning his pants as he walked away. I looked inside and saw another, much smaller, sexier, guy by the sink with his shirt off washing his face. I pretended to clear my throat to get his attention. He slowly looked over, and i shot him a wink and asked him how things were going. He started to tell me that he was the attendant. When I got out of the shower, I had walked into the bedroom and he had the ironing board out and he was starching my shirt. I mean, he was making it board solid with starch. When I put it on just a few minutes before logging into the computer, I was stunned at how the stiff, rough material rubbed my nipples and made them hard. The more I walked about the house and moved, the more my nipples lengthened.Now, as my sibling undid the buttons, the stiff fabric moved roughly across my sensitive. “That’s it, guys! Slow and steady!” Christine calls out over her shoulder. “Yeah, don’t go crazy back there!” Tracey agrees. “We got this, dude,” J.J. assures his cousin. “Just keep your eyes on the TV and don’t even think about what you’re doing.” They give each other a fist bump as they settle into slow, steady, rhythmic pussy pumping...11:45 P.M. The two couples watch the on screen festivities, with Christine and Tracey absorbing one low impact thrust after another. “You guys are doing. Powerful memories of the night before had made the blood begin to course faster and faster through his veins.Suddenly, the dog's huge head jerked up from the floor, all his senses alert. The quiet rhythm of the sounds in the house were changing. He heard his mistress' voice raised in anger above the low sadistic taunting of his hated enemy. The hackles raised on his back and an ominous growl came from Champ's throat as he moved right up against the door, listening. He heard his mistress' voice.