I gave her a scathing look. Sarcasm wasn'tnecessary. "No, I mean it," she continued. "Since Pinner Maidspacked up, no one I know can find any clean...rs, so we're all livingin increasing squalor." What happened to them?" Sally asked."It's a sad story. The company was set up... oh, probably ten yearsago... by Pat - I don't think I ever knew her surname. She was anex-charlady from... er, Watford, I think. She recruited all herunemployed friends and their friends, and their daughters, and. Your giggling disappears though as I begin to fondle your breasts firmly in my hand as I suckle on your neck close to your clavicle. My hand sliding down your side and over your hips before coming to a rest on your silky thighs, my fingers stroking your labia as your legs open further like the flowers to the sun. Those giggles are now slight pants and heavy breaths as you suck on your bottom lip. You are clearly enjoying the feel of my fingers massaging your moist spread lips. The feel of my. In a second I had wriggled into the panties. How crazy. There I was, a total sissy in girly panties my man had just bought for me. My little dick was getting hard and I wanted to turn him on too.I sat on the bed and wrapped my legs around his waist. Sitting there I could look up at him and feel submissive. I could feel his dick getting bigger beneath his jeans and I wanted to feel more of it. I unbuttoned him revealing his tight cotton briefs, his big cock about half hard making a shape in the. After the first couple of times he forced me to make him ejaculate, I convinced myself that it didn’t happen. I chose to bury it, put it out of my mind, and never say a word.“It was the everyday, constant darkness of being fence in with no place to go that was the most difficult. It was the feeling of living a meaningless life, and knowing your body, mind, and soul were being used and debased by someone who I thought I could trust. It was a feeling of being defenseless, helpless, hopeless.“I.