" I was pleased she did a little curtsy and said "Yes, Sir." However, hardly had the words left her lips when an older woman, a Mrs. Warboys interrupt...d me. "I am in charge of the house Sir. Not Alice." Are you indeed," I replied, "Then you will be one of those receiving the rod tonight for the appalling state of the place. Now get yourself to work woman."The first room Alice showed my was my own. The fire was lit but barely drawing, there was dust and dirt everywhere and I doubted the sheets. I’m not kidding! When we were younger and would wrestle as kids do, all I would have to do is aim a pointy-finger at her ribs and it would set her off. Tickle her feet and you might get kicked in the face. Her underarms are so sensitive, even breathing on them would get her going. Of course, being her polar opposite, I am not ticklish at all, and Melia has tried for years.So here we are, two single ladies in the city on a Friday night and what do we do? We hold up in our apartment because of. Maybe next time?" I ignored that last comment and went to the bedroom to change my clothes. He was gone when I returned to the living room."He's gone," said Karen needlessly. She hadn't bothered to move from the spot I found her in when I got home."I thought you broke up with him." I did, but he showed up at the door and—"You didn't have the heart to send him away, right?" That's right." Roger was handsome. He was charming when he wanted to be. Heck! Even I was attracted to him. But I also knew. As I was being nuzzled and lapped, Phyllis broke our kiss and looked down at the events unfolding at my waist. I looked in her eyes and she had this big smile…she watched my bottom undulate to the attention I was getting. I asked: “How does that dog know how to do this?” Phyllis said: “Do you really want to know? Guess.” It didn’t take much guessing but guessing is not what I wanted to do just then. My face was flush and hot along with my cunt and I was desperate for that special.