’ Shilpa aunty said. I could hardly believe it as I saw her hands come up to my shorts and begin to undo the buttons. Her long fingers soon had the ...uttons undone. Then Shilpa aunty put her fingers on the zipper, looked up at me with that same dirty smile, and started to pull it down. Before I knew it, my shorts were around my ankles, and the bulge in my boxers, made by my ever growing cock, was sticking right out in front of me. I had to breathe in to catch my breath as she eased the elastic. I suggested a tour company that I had used. I explained that the tour included a visit to Monet’s house in Giverny in the morning, a stop for lunch and then the afternoon at Versailles. They liked that idea and decided they would do that during the week. They also planned to spend several days in the Loire Valley. It began to rain while we were having coffee and discussing sights to see and I suggested that it would be a good day for museums. I told them that the best way was to buy a museum. He had to ask Alison where the board was, as he had neverused it before, and she showed him the cupboard and he got organised. Heopened the bag, and his heart sank. It was full of womens underwear, itmust be Sandras own undies. Surely she didn't expect him to iron this?But sure as eggs is eggs, she wanted him to iron the lingerie, and toldhim it must all be finished before he goes on his stag do. She increasedthe length of chain between his cuffs to make him more efficient. He setto. I don't know exactly how to answer. I'm sorry, I am so nervous.” “It's okay. You just be blunt and I wont be offended.” “Okay, Holly. I've uh, 'paid for it' once or twice, but never with a woman like you...” “Oh,” she said with a slight grin. “Have you ever been with a woman like me at all?” “Not technically,” I replied. I could feel my cheeks burning. “I've been with one other woman who claimed to be like you, but was more like me than I had hoped.” “Ahh, I know what you mean. Too many like.