“You are a mess,” She twisted my head on my neck.“I’ll be fine,” I lied. She laughed at me and started unbuttoning her shirt.“God, here! I...don’t like girls. I know I did some shit this week but--”“Tais-toi, pervert,” She pressed her hand over my mouth. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were nice and I was face to face with them. She pushed me back, “Take my shirt and give me yours. I’ll finish the rest of your shift.”“I’m sorry,” I burbled. I struggled out of my uniform polo shirt. At least I. Ms. Lilly had a long driveway which curved at the bottom of stone stairs that led to a big, grey and white mansion. I got the impression that Arthur was a little intimidated; I had to practically rip him from the front seat of my car.We knocked on the door and a sharply-dressed man opened it. "Here to see the master?" he said in a British accent."Umm... I think so. Ms. Lilly?" This way please; she's been expecting you." The man turned and led us through the house.Each room was more gorgeous. Linda, one women told her, " You have a snag in your nylons dear, here, lets go change, I need to talk with you anyway sweetie." They all took a break to go into separate areas of the mansion. The clicking of their high heels were heard as they skampered to have some champagne and have more giddy girl talk. "Oh where did you get that silk blouse dear, it's so lovely"! The talk went on for some time. The bridge game could wait. Louise heard some whimpering from next door. " Ohh, PLEASE, JUST. .. rub 'em... mmm, yeah..."He snaked his lower arm underneath her, and brought both hands up so he could run his fingers through her short hair. She slowly moved her head from side to side, like a pet relishing her master's touch.Then one arm wrapped around to her breast, as the other slid down between her legs. This whole time, the slow thrusts never ceased. In... and out... in... and out.Monica was moaning loudly now. Chandler hoped that no one would enter the apartment and hear her. But in.