" I had learned long ago this was his key phrase for me. In the beginning I had obeyed out of a desire to see if this really worked. Now when he said ...t, I didn't even have to perform the action, the feeling immediately hit me like warm water pouring over my head and running down my body. My eyes closed to shut out all extraneous input, my head bowed slightly, my breath grew deeper still and my whole body sat in quiet anticipation of his words. He had flipped the switch and emptied me and I. But itwas no good, by the time my knickers were up, so was my cock. It wastenting the front of the knickers, and poking up above the waistband. Ihoped Sally hadn't noticed, and put on the bra. I went to put on theskirt, but Sally stopped me, she said that I really needed tights orstockings with the skirt, and as I'd been wearing stockings earlier, Imight as well wear them again now. I sat and drew the stockings uplegs, my cock throbbing even more now. There was no way she could missit."It's. I hardly realised, what had just occurred. Things were going to get much crazier, though. After a few minutes my mother returned. She was still naked, she hadn’t even taken the trouble to wipe my sperm from her mouth and . . . she wasn’t alone. Together with my mother the housekeeper entered the bedroom! In one hand Anna carried a large bottle of champagne, in the other three glasses. More surprising, however, was the way she was dressed. The mature housekeeper, who I had always seen in nothing. "Take the package on up to your room, Jeremy. Take everything off, and 'bunch up' the tights, like you have to do for your soccer-socks to pull them on", she told him, knowing the nanickulite whose-its needed as much body contact as possible to do their work quickly.Jeremy stood in his room, wearing just his Nike t-shirt, as he clawed open the package, tossing the wrapper and insert into the garbage and feeling the tights. "Sure feel wierd", he muttered, sensing the tight, thick weave of lycra.