I was finally getting nervous about this. I could only imagine how Laura felt all day. As soon as I knocked on the door it opened, she must have been...waiting for me. A quick peck on the lips from her as I walked in told me she really was nervous about tonight. She quickly turned and headed towards the kitchen yelling back over her shoulder that dinner was almost ready and to have a seat at the table.Almost all the way through our meal she was quiet. I finally asked, “So what did you want to. In my position they could castrate me and I was helpless to stop them. I knew they wouldn't, we may play some heavy games here, but nothing that heavy. Still, there was a sinking feeling of 'what have I gotten myself into this time'. I wasn't sure if it was Mistress or the grinning slave girl. Who ever it was knew how to handle balls. Lightly rolling them in her hands, occasionally a firm squeeze to show whose the boss.Then I suddenly became aware of Mistress' reasoning behind the super tight. Next day when the wife went to her gran with our son I put the football on the t.v.Liverpool were boring the tits off me, then I remembered I had some new Abby to wank over. I plugged a usb cable directly from the nannycam to our Samsung smart t.v.I probably wouldn't even bother recording it on t a disc like I usually did.Abby watched Dr. Who for an hour,which surprised me.Then afterwards she picked up her bag which she always brought.Usually she brought a couple of bottles of Heineken and. The uniform shirt was a thin yellow and black polo style, that was snug at the chest. The pants were a thin synthetic fabric that formed static wrinkles that clung to socks, their underwear, and to itself. The pants did not look comfy, but, I could see if they were wearing jockeys or briefs that day. That made them awesome pants.One of the two hunky leads, whose name was Curtis, was friendlier than the other. He had short cut blonde hair under a trooper style hat, and glasses. He normally kept.