My legs had long since been waxedand although I wouldn't admit it I had come to love the feeling ofpulling silky stockings over my perfectly smooth sk...n. I stepped intothe uniform, put an Alice band in my hair, applied my red lipstick inthe way that I had been taught, and went downstairs to report forduty.My working day on Fridays had become fairly routine. Mistress hadgiven me a schedule which included the laundry, dusting and hooveringthe house and of course doing the ironing. She said that. I'm stuck, I can't get away. She is sat on my hands.I hear him undressing, I hear his belt buckle, his zipper, his trousers hitting the floor.I feel his big hands on my ass cheeks pulling them apart and a hard cock press into my hole. In one shove his big cock invades me and I let out a moan. He pushes further and I feel his thighs on mine as he buries every inch of himself.After just a couple of slow powerful strokes, he was holding my hips and fucking me hard.She let go of my head and moved. I raised her arm all the way to reveal her beautiful underarms. She had soft black hair under them. Untouched by a razor or chemicals her underarm looked soft and supple. I touched it with my fingers. Anita jerked and let out a soft moan. I gently moved my fingers over her hair and her eyes were already half closed. I decided to play with it a little more before cutting it. I turned the TV back on to lighten the mood. Pretending to watch TV I again slowly moving my fingers on her underarm hair. "Now don't you look goodenough to eat."He slipped his arm around my wife's petite waist and pulled her inclose. The kiss he gave her was nothing less than x-rated. When it wasover, the two of them looked down at where I sat, tears pooling in myeyes."So this is the baby," Greg said, with more than a touch of sarcasm."Cute little thing, isn't she?" He squatted down and looked at thepicture I was coloring: a farm scene with some lambs. "Oh that's a verynice picture you're coloring Misha. When.