I complained that I had nothing suitable to wear with it, so I ended up spending the evening in the skirt, hold-ups and heels with my breasts exposed.... The skirt restricts my movement perfectly and I walked very well all evening. Master was also pleased with the way it hugged my arse and professed Himself delighted at the sight of it wiggling around the house. Striding again! Master instructed me to change into my pencil skirt. I returned and adopted The Obedience Position, kissing. He put his keys down on the counter. He then walked over to the door where he shut it behind us. He then turned around and saw me sitting on the couch.He decided to join me so he walked over to the couch himself and sat down next to me getting really close. He then slipped his arm around me holding me tightly to him.We started talking back and forth. We talked about everything and anything.I was still a bit nervous at the time.He noticed this and he moved off the couch. He then sat down on the. He just couldn’t help reaching out to get a nice big handful on each side, leaning forward to suck on them while I kept riding him. I reached behind him holding onto the back of the couch for additional support as I kept working my pussy up and down over his cock. God it felt so good! I had just had an orgasm and was about to go again already!In just a couple of more minutes of working my pussy over his cock, my body started to tingle all over again, my pussy clamping down on his shaft and a. She’d just recently graduated to pressing, and now toiled over a hot iron for her entire work day.She was proud of her abilties, perfectly ironing as many as a dozen men’s shirts every hour, earning for her husband two cents for every shirt she completed. It wasn’t backbreaking work, but it was exhausting. Her workplace was hot and humid, occupied by nearly a dozen similarly situated women wielding steam irons, hunched over the short boards upon which they toiled without a single break.