The summons to enter was given and I opened the door, entered a few paces and curtsied. ‘You sent for me, Mistress Pickles.’ It was only then that...I noticed another lady was with her, sitting on a delicate chair close to the large window. She was finely dressed, her black hair pinned elegantly, her hat a mere folly on top of it. She wore gloves and, I saw, shoes of the finest quality and with pearl buttons. Jenkins was also present, standing silent in the corner, her dark coat and britches. "I've never even touched a cock with my fingers," she said. "How long is it?" Just a fraction over seven inches," Phil said. "Al's is just a little under seven inches. I'm not bragging about fractions! Just stating a fact Betty discovered when she measured our cocks."Stacy put her hand out and touched the thrusting organ. It was hard, warm, and smooth. It seemed she could feel it throbbing. She made a fist of her fingers and stroked up and down on the hard flesh and muscle. She saw Betty stop. Got excited and the next thing we knew, we were acting like Junior High boys with a dirty magazine. We took our things out and started playing with them. It was really stupid. We're sorry." I offered my best look of contrition. Could this possibly get us back from the brink of a nightmare? Pete just looked agreeable to everything I was saying."Seriously?" Jackie said, seeming, incredibly, more intrigued than murderous. "So what did you two dopes do about it?" Did I sense a softening of. I didn't really want to change to my male clothes to start housework,even if those clothes were usually of the unisex type, a truck suit incolder days, a t-shirt and shorts when it was hot. I really wantedsomething different. I decided to be bold, after all Chris wouldn't beback for hours. I went upstairs to the little room where Amelia used tochange. I knew that she left behind all her working clothes. What thehell, I was going to dress in her clothes today; after all I was doingher work for.