To his delight, she said this weekend would be perfect for her too. She even sent him her IM name so they could chat in real time.So after short while... they had agreed that he would pick her up from the train station on his way home from work Friday night and she would be his toilet slave until Sunday evening.Kyle spent the rest of the evening cleaning that basement room. He dusted everything and vacuumed the floor, then washed the tables and equipment until the room looked like new.The. We went home that day with wet pussies and a nice fat fee. A very good outcome all round.”As she'd been talking, Rosie had been stroking my arms and had cupped one of my breasts in her hand, squeezing gently. When she finished speaking, I turned towards her and kissed her deeply. It didn't take long before we were stripping each other and exploring each others' bodies. I let my tongue slide from her neck, down to her tits, flicking against her rock-hard nipples, tracing a line down to her. ’I was still confused, but she turned to the ladies and beckoned them to follow her. She dragged me to the bedroom where my train set was all set out neatly.‘This I do not want’ she said, ‘I want this room for all my designer dresses which will need temperature controlling and lots of hanging space. Anyway none of this is any bloody good for anything, so you are now going to beg us ladies to help you clear this lot out. Yes, all the stations and buildings as well as the trains, carriages and. ”“You say that as though you weren’t expecting me to, Charles,” she replied.“Sorry, I can tell right now I won’t win this discussion. Let’s go inside.”“OK X. Hello, Mrs. Newm ... Annie.”“Hello Claire. What are you two up to today?”“Mom. It’s kind of a secret for Cotillion,” I responded.“Well, all right. I will gather intelligence and we can reconnoiter later,” she responded.“Huh?” we both said to her in confusion.“Have fun you two,” she smiled and left.“I like your mom, Charles, she’s really.