With Mistress, I had an access to her house by the garage side door and was expected to strip naked in the garage and leave my clothes there before en...ering the house by the communicating door. This time she had instructed me to go to her kitchen and wait there quietly at her pleasure. I could hear her talking in her lounge adjacent and a lttle laughter before her invitable call of "Slave" summoned me. Mistress was sitting with another woman visitor. A huge lady, massive in fact. Legs like tree. I mean he’s always friendly but a little more touchy-feely, not like he’s grabbing my ass or anything but he will scoot by in the kitchen rubbing against me, touch my arm or leg while he’s laughing. We both know what he’s doing. I think it’s kinda taboo and hot so I don’t say anything. Or sometimes when we’re sitting at the table playing a game his leg will be touching mine. I leave my leg there or sometimes rub my leg on his softly. I’m kinda a tease I guess. One day I kinda teased him a. I didn’t mind, given what had happened last night.The day was spent doing stuff around the house for a while, cleaning, tidying, gardening. I was surprised how willing the girls were to get into this. They really wanted to get things as good as possible for when the two grandparents came back. I offered to leave, but they (and, by message, granny) seemed to feel I was still useful. I fixed the gate, adjusted the garage doors. I actually enjoyed the bits of handiwork I was doing; and not only. Good.. luck ..kiss worked ..with my exams...mum” and I walk over to him and said “I knew that would help” and I hugged him feeling his hard on and he said “why are dressed like that mum” and I said “this is for for” and before he could say anything I kiss him on the lips and he wrap his arms around me and started kissing me back before I know it we were french kissing and then we stop looked at each other and I said “lets continue this in my room sweetie” and we want my room. I want in first.