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 sur... 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 surprisingly competently, and when quizzed about his ironing skills,he just said that his Mum had taught him. His efforts weren't. Then he was touching the button on my skirt. When it was open I wiggled it off my hips. My brother bent to kiss my navel, and continued down, slowly--wet, sucking kisses. He continued until he was far enough to begin tugging my underwear off, and I let him. His tongue touched a most sensitive place, and I whimpered. I would not need much warm up tonight, if he wanted to get straight to it.I sat up, and looked him in the face, reaching for his belt. My brother let me unhook it and thumb open his. “Why’d you stop, professor?” She whispered, savoring the way her breath on my neck made me shiver. “I can tell you still want that cock in your mouth.” I whimpered a little, and licked my lips, as though I wasn’t sure whether to continue.I felt her hand on the back of my neck, gently prodding me towards him. Not a rough shove, not demanding. This was more of a suggestion or even a reminder. I allowed myself to be moved, opening my mouth and taking him back in. Todd gasped as the heat of my. ”“And you’re serious... the whole works?”“The whole works, the way we wrote it, but you can ad-lib if you have to.”“And afterwards.”“We're still friends whatever happens.”“Okay boss... I hope you know what you’re doing.” I wasn’t his boss, not now anyway but old habits persist I guess.I started the Tesla and crept out of the drive and away. The car hardly makes a sound, a risk to pedestrians for sure, but great if you want to creep up on someone or slip away without a sound.~ ~ ~ ~ ~I.