On it stood the tumble drier, the washing machine, a stainless steel sink with a cupboard underneath it, and a tall fridge freezer. The electric socke...s were at least a foot above the machines, and fed by conduits coming down from the top of the wall. All of that looked out of place in an obviously ancient room. It seemed to be an old fashioned farmhouse pantry. To my left was a crude shower with two taps on surface piping. It drained towards the centre of the room. One side of the shower was. "He grinned weakly, "Yeh. I can feel every square millimeter inside you. When your sweet pussy clamps down and milks me, I have to concentrate on your pleasure or I'll lose it. I've probably spurted several times, so it keeps some of the pressure off."Remember, we have a unique system between us when we share sensations. I don't have to come to get my jollies -- your pleasure is literally my pleasure. I ache, I hurt and am always on the verge, but it's really no different than the boiler. I would love to talk to her, but I’m usually in the back of the elevator and no where close to her even just to say hello. This day starts out just like the others, I get to the building and take my place on the elevator, but something different happens. My favorite lady is early, enters the elevator and stands right in front of me as others join us. I’ve smelled her perfume from afar just about everyday and it is so intoxicating, but with her right in front of me, it’s driving me crazy. I get. Please remove your clothing, except for your darling panties and wait for me. Do not be concerned that my servants might see you in that state; they are not permitted in this part of the mansion.Miss PenelopeRoger walked to the room as indicated by the note. He shrugged his shoulders, willing to follow Miss Penelope's instructions, and removed his clothing, keeping the panties on. Roger left his clothes folded in a neat pile on an end table. After some thought, he decided to leave the butt plug.