She was small, yes, but they were definitely there and her nipples were fully erect as she undid the buttons down the side of her skirt to slip it off...leaving her in just her full-length knickers which almost reached her belly button.“Come on, Mr Howard,” she cajoled me. “You know you want this.”My fingers seemingly moved of their own accord as I slipped my shirt off, then my shoes and socks before tugging my trousers and Y-fronts off, leaving me fully exposed to three goggling. I know she’d be up for it, she’d let me know in no uncertain terms by rubbing my hard-on while we detonated WW2 warheads in situ. “It’s ok,” she’d said suggestively stroking her thigh, “danger does it to the best of us. Just make sure you find an appropriate outlet.” Despite her constantly ripping out pages from the rulebook, I’ve so far remained professional and kept my rocket in my pants. But we’re walking on tightrope now and once I lose it, she won’t know what’d hit her.I follow procedures. One rainy day, just as I was starting to clean up in the dining room of this beautiful, large house, I met Kelly, the owner of the house, who was wearing nothing besides a pair of bikini briefs that left very little to the imagination. My boss had told me stories of Kelly ever since we started this job. “Kelly is a swimmer, Kelly has such a great body, beautiful ass, someday, I’m not gonna be able to control myself when Kelly comes around.” Yeah, my boss was a serious lech. I had no idea my. Anyone in the changing rooms knew the girl had just been punished by the redness of her legs and the tear stained face. “Okay,” Georgina said with a smile, “just like old times.”“Bring your bra, knickers and skirt for when you come back, just in case anyone is here. You’ll have a red bottom to hide anyway. I’ll stay in my bikini.” Georgina let her towel drop to the floor and quickly stepped into her knickers and hooked her bra in place and smiled at her ex-form mistress. Miss Watson gasped when.