But then she worried about what to wear in the meantime so I took her into the next room where we had a stack of donated clothing set out. I explained...that it was all donated and she could either borrow some stuff to wear while her clothes were being washed or she could keep it. That was up to her. Then I gave her some new underwear, still in its polybag. We didn’t want that back, I told her, and we both giggled again.Alyssa opened the bag and breathed in the smell from the open pack.She saw me. I had to sit.Then Sandra came in and yelled, "What are you doing you lazyslave."I glared at her and whined, "I have been working for four hoursand hurt my ankle three times because of the ankle straps and high heals.They are too high for me. I am not lazy and my calf's and back hurtsomething fierce." I think you would be used to those ankle straps by now. Theylook lovely." She walked up to my and patted my head and said, "Theredear now get back to work." Yes, mistress Sandra," I groaned.With. I poured the shot into his belly button and began to lick and suck. James told me he was getting excited. I reached into his pants and pulled out a very hot and hard cock. His cock was dripping with pre-cum. I had to taste him. I sucked his hot wet cock into my mouth. He tasted so good. The pre-cum was flowing from the tip of his cock and his cock got even harder. We noticed the guy who had been watching us earlier come back. James said he was uncomfortable. We went to my car for the. I struggled to understand the first few words, but when I did, the shameful burning on my skin became a raging inferno. It was my own fantasy that this sweet female voice recited, full of emotion and sexiness! I suckled hard on Cordelia’s toes in a futile attempted to hide the moan of incredible, shameful arousal – arousal which physically manifested itself between my legs and trickled down my thighs. “It can be our little secret. Nobody needs to know but us. You know you want to taste them. Do.