I sip my coffeebut there is no cooked breakfast for me. My basque is tightenough as it is.There is a mountain of ironing waiting for me, mainly my (ma...e)shirts but also some jeans and sweatshirts as well as some ofLeah's clothes, blouses and a couple of skirts. Normally I hateironing but in my maid's uniform and high heels I love it. I getout the iron and plug it in. I set up the ironing board and turnthe radio on quietly so as not to disturb Leah. I sing alongwith some of the songs as I iron. It is still amazing how she can do things so well and make me feel so great! My hands seem to move of their own will, coming to rest on the sides of her abdomen and gently holding on, slowly getting into sync with her motions. Each sway and swirl, twist and turn generates a song of lust and wonder within my mind; while I send my hands to try and conduct their own chorus in harmony with hers.One spot in particular causes her to arch her chest and head upwards, those firm hands on my shoulders. “Oh Neji,” she moaned. “I want you so bad.”“Want me for what?” Tenten shrieked and quickly got up and tried to punch him in the face but missed in the dark. “Wait it’s me Neji.”“Neji, what the fuck are you doing in my house.” She turned the light on. She was naked. After she remembered she was naked she turned the lights back off.“I can still you I have my byakugan on.” Knowing it was useless she putt the lights back on. “Don’t we have a meeting now?”“Guy sensei and Lee are on a mission right. .. But then she saw the crack in the wall.“Morales,” she hissed out.“Yeah, I know,” he returned with a sigh. Then to the others, “People, we’re back where we started.”Kayla stood glaring at the crack. “I can’t believe it.” Turning to Jeff, she said, her tone apologetic as if their abrupt return to their starting point had somehow been her fault, “Baby, I verified Mr. Morales’ direction every time he turned to check behind us, then looked ahead to choose a straight course. I tried to do it.