She was very nervous. They had exchanged photos, so she knew what to expect physically. But she had no idea what plans he had made for the weekend. An... she had no clothes with her. He had even forbid her wearing any underwear, or bringing any underwear. He had made her wear a short skirt, and a sheer button up blouse. Her nipples had been on display every minute since she had left her house that morning. She felt so utterly exposed that she had been extremely embarrassed, unable to make eye. Her full lips were colored crimson to match her dress, which showed offthe magnificent body underneath. Matthew was instantly smitten."This is our youngest, Cybil," Lady Cora introduced the girl. "Sherecently celebrated her eighteenth birthday." The girl grinned and shookMatthew's hand. One expected such a beautiful girl to be haughty andconceited. Cybil seemed to be anything but.At dinner Matthew was seated next to Mary and across from Cybil. "Whatdid you do in Manchester, cousin Matthew?". On one wall was one of those deep wash basins. Mops rested in the bottom of the sink, their wooden handles pointing this way and that. Shelves filled with cleaning supplies lined the other walls. One bare light bulb hung overhead and the room smelled musty and damp.In the middle of the room was an old ironing board, the kind made of wood, with strong, steel legs that folded from the square end of the board. The giant placed her on the board, facing upwards. She stared at the light above her.. She began to catch her breath, and opened her eyes. She could still feel Mikes throbbing rod inside her. She placed her hand behind her, grabbed Mikes throbbing rod, and pulled it out. Angela spun around and got on her knees. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Placing both hands on his long rod, she began to stroke his cock in a rotating motion. Mike began to moan, as Angela sucked on his magic stick. He started to move his hips back and forth as if he was fucking.