He’d just left for a trip to Asia for two weeks. She sat close to me, I noticed. I had a rule, which I was sorely tempted to break, that I never mad... the first move.She must have figured it out because she didn’t just show me to the shower that day, she joined me. Wordlessly she cleaned me up, paying special attention where my legs started. I reached for those perfect breasts and they felt every bit as good as they looked. She smiled as I tweaked her stand-out nipples. Words were still not. I didn’t want to acknowledge them so I just stared straight ahead or down at my dick. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed some movement. One of the guys was at the wash basin to my right and his big hand and forearm got a bunch of liquid soap from the dispenser. I didn’t really think anything of it at first then it seemed a bit odd when he didn’t turn the water on. He finished whatever he was doing and disappeared behind me. Now, after what may have been the best piss of my young life I. ’ You nod. Looking at you your face is slightly flushing red…you don’t look me in the eye….but you slowly unbutton your blouse….taking your time…the waiting a perverse form of pleasure….you are wearing a little black lace bra…Reaching down you unzip her skirt… allowing it to slip onto the floor…without looking I already know what you are wearing…I remember the saucy email….a pair of tiny black panties…black fishnet stockings held up by suspenders…..Looking deliciously kinky….my eyes running. You wouldbe punished for this sort of sloppiness. Now, go to the sink and washTanya' panties by hand."Well, there I was?washing a 15-year old girl's panties. Hoping the wholetime that my mistress (Ms. Johnson) would approve. I felt totallysubmissive and helpless.Ms. Johnson said, "This job requires total obedience and submission. Iexpect you to work from the time you awake until the time you go to bed. You will never speak out of turn. Me and my daughters will control yourevery thought. .