She was wearing a pair of blue panties and bra that matched her eyes...it also revealed a lot of her full chest, toned stomach and long muscular legs....She bent over the ironing pile allowing me to see how tight her ass was and just how firm her tits were, "have you seen my swimsuit?" She asked me. "By the washing machine"She bent over to get it, "Oh no" She exclaimed "What?"She held out her bikini for me to examine, one of the straps had snapped in the washing machine. "Crap...I wanted. I would then pull the machine out of the way, stand in front of her and enter. Perversely, one upside of the machine for me was the fact that she was so swollen, with her vaginal cavity so compressed on itself, that for a short while my cock could obtain something purchase. So, for a minute or so, as I pumped back and forth, I could even feel my sperm rising. However, she soon dilated and quickly tired of my efforts and would wave dismissively for me to pull out, wifely duty done: "OK that's. She had serious issues and God knows what she would do if she was hurt or angered. Turning and chasing after Greg he stopped him before he went through the front door of the restaurant. ‘I knew it would work,’ Greg whispered as he winked at Carl ‘she’s in the red dress.’ Joey simply ignored him and pushing past he spotted her. It was hard not to. Her dress so red he could taste the blood in it. Her eyeliner and mascara so heavy it enhanced the color of her eyes and gave her a devilish look.. To be truthful though, and to avoid your getting your hopes up too much, I do not expect you to come anywhere near the standard I need. You see, what I need is a panty-girl servant who is efficient, humble and hard-working enough to make up for the lack of a man in my marriage. And I doubt if that I even possible. But I am happy for you to try. It is so much calmer at home now that you have handed me all your keys, and that you can only get into the house when I am at home and when it.