Looking carefully upwards she could see, in the soft opaque lighting, a mirrored ceiling. Becky examined her reflected self. Her blond hair looked fre...hly brushed and fanned out around her head. Her face was made up. Mascara tinted her lashes, and shadow highlighted her brown eyes. Pink lipstick complemented the faint tinge of pink on her cheeks. Her finger and toenails were all painted pink. She never wore pink! A soft black band across her throat inhibited her head movements. It was best to. ..isn't that a natural thing to think about? I justified to myself. Butdeep down, I knew that I could not deny the fact that I was still a womanand Mike was still a man and that we were both swapping our traditionalroles here. I knew that I was still struggling with all thesechanges...everything happening so fast...And I was not really sure whether it was right for me to feel like this -I mean I did encourage him to wear bras... no... not just encourage... ifI was going to be honest here I. You need to pass an online test to prove that you have understood the law and you have to pass the test before you can apply to hire a domestic helper. So coming back.I told my wife, that’s good. She wanted to start working as she felt it will help her manage domestic finances better. My wife told me that’s true but the reason I called you is she needs help. I asked what kind of help. Her hubby is not that tech savvy so he can’t employ the maid in his name. She has to clear the exam and employ. “Oh, Goooooood,” she moaned out, rolling her hips as the sudden release took her by force.“Holy shit! What a fucking slut! She’s cumming all over my finger!” Sean exclaimed, and all of the other guys laughed with delight as they saw her hips gyrating to the movement of Sean’s soaked digit.As she was calming down she found herself flipped over so she was on all fours, with her ass vulnerable and exposed to the aroused men. Jim and Josh who hadn’t had much of the action were now squeezing and.