For Emma,
Emma and I had returned from another hard days work at our respective offices and still in our office work clothes, we had gone through the routine of the evening meal, before changing and settling down to another nights entertainment on the box. Before we changed, all that remained was the washing up the usual routine of, I clear the table and put things next to the sink and Emma does the washing, I do the drying Id finished clearing the table and was just about to pick up the tea towel to start drying and putting away, when a mischievous thought entered my head.

Seeing her from behind with her hands in the sink had given me an idea, her lovely little bottom wiggling in the tight, light grey skirt that she always wore, with the crisp white blouse up top and her blonde hair over the top of the blouse that danced on her back just below her shoulder blades. Reminded me of why I was attracted to her in the first place.. Just so sexy whichever way you looked at her

The mischief? . I strode up behind her and pushed my groin into her bottom, feeling her push back slightly, I pushed even harder and trapped her between me and the sink unit, reaching around, I placed each of my hands into the washing up bowl and scooped up a good handful of soapy water my arms under hers, I quickly raised my hands and cupped her breasts through her blouse, soaking it through with warm soapy water. Instantly, I could feel the nipples inside her cute pink lacy bra erect and push into the palms of my hands. She bucked her bottom against me and tried to resist, wriggling and twisting to get away from the grip I had on her torso. Her slight frame of 56 against me at 63 had little chance of resistance, or so I thought

A swift back elbow to the ribs winded me slightly and made me step back. Emma span round and shrieked, now look what youve done, I needed to wear this tomorrow and youve gone and got dirty water all over it I couldnt help but stare as she stood there with a semi-transparent blouse, showing her lovely pink underwear, knowing that she always wore matching sets, put a picture in my mind of what was underneath the rest of the set. Staring at the sight before me, made me lapse in my concentration as she reached around and grabbed a saucepan loaded it with water from the bowl in the sink and promptly launched its contents towards me. Side stepping most of what was sent my way, I quickly came to realize that we were now in a situation that neither of us was going to be able to stop

I could feel that I had been caught by some of the warm soapy liquid that was sent my way, but I managed to get back to her and spin her around, to push her against the sink once more, her slight but well-proportioned body, fighting even harder against me. Assuming the same stance as before, but with a spitting wildcat between my arms, I managed to reach around once more and grab each side of the washing up bowl that was in the sink. By this time only three quarters full after being thrown at each other. Pinning her even tighter to the sink unit (a necessity given her reaction) I lifted the bowl up and out towards her chest.. dont you bloody well dare dont even think about it!!. Too late, Id already thought far too much about it, went through my head as I raised the bowl up to her chest and managed to empty its contents all down her front. Pulling her backwards as we went I was still pouring the contents into her blouse as we slid halfway across the kitchen. You silly sod. Look at the mess youve made!!

I could think of nothing more than the mess I had made as I could see the effect the warm sudsy water had had on her blouse and skirt. The light grey skirt had turned dark and was sticking to her legs from the waist down and the blouse? God the blouse, had turned to the flesh colour of her skin beneath and that lovely pink underwear shone through. I stood there staring, my eyes widening all the time at the sight before me. In typical wife style she stood before me with her hands on her hips and shouted, Youre going to have to clean that up now quicker than I thought was possible, she hooked one of her ankles behind my legs and pushed my torso back. I crashed to the ground, flat on my back, cracking my head on the vinyl floor and feeling the wet soapy water soaking through the back of my shirt. Still flailing my arms and my head ringing from the crack on the floor, I feel her foot on my chest as she stands over me, pinning me down. The stars slowly clear from my eyes, as I see Emma grinning from ear to ear, holding half of a large bottle of olive oil.
If youre going to clean up a mess, it may as well be a good one she said. The foot was removed from my chest, so she could stand astride me. An ankle each side of my waist, holding me still on the floor. Her knees, stretching the hem of her skirt, so it flattened against the top of her thighs. As I gazed upwards, I got a hint that I was right about the matching sets of underwear, as I caught a glimpse of the darkened pink panties underneath her black pantyhose. Ever the opportunist I smirked to myself as I got the upskirt shot of my dreams. With her own dirty little smile, Emma slowly started to pour the contents of the oil bottle over my chest drizzling down towards my waist, then quick as a flash, back up to my chest and further up over my neck and onto my face. The oil in my eyes, stung so I had to close them quickly. Emma giggled as she saw my discomfort, stepped away from my torso and started rummaging in one of the cupboards at the side of me. Still rubbing my eyes with my fists, trying to stop the burning, I feel Emma assume the same position, standing astride me. I manage to focus, slowly, on what was before me. She had found the new bottle of oil that we had bought the other night as we said we were short.

Hitching up her skirt, to half its length on her thighs, Emma lowered herself as she stood astride me so that she was sat on my waist, her legs trapping my body and her weight pressing down on me. She sprang her thighs, lifting her weight and dropping quickly, winded me, by landing on my waist. Two, three, four, five times, repeating the process, until I was wheezing and struggling for breath. Unable (and unwilling) to resist the torture of this beautiful love of my life, bouncing up and down on my waist, I was powerless to resist. Generous to a fault, Emma calmly announced Im going to share this second bottle with you and slowly raised the bottle above my chest.

Starting to pour the slippery oil over my chest, she moved the bottle so its contents emptied onto the top of her knees, then upwards to the top of her thighs and then.. Oh my god, tipping her head back, she pulled the bottle towards her and poured t over her chest. From the neck down she was glistening with her crisp white blouse, now transparent and shiny, the top of her skirt now a dark soaking mass of oil, seeping through the fabric and onto the top of her nylon clad thighs. Shifting back a little to expose my groin area, the remainder of the bottle was emptied onto my lap, turning my work trousers dark, and looking as though I had had an embarrassing accident. Slipping her legs back and placing her hands on my shoulders, Emma leans forward and lays her slender body on top of mine and starts to writhe in the oily mass between us. Rubbing her breasts into my chest, her groin into mine, she holds my head on either side and kisses me... A long deep romantic kiss, biting my bottom lip and pushing her tongue into my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her little frame, I hold her tight and kiss her back, sliding her body up and down along the length of mine, slipping around in the lovely warm oil, heated by our bodies.

Before I loose myself completely, revenge enters my mind.. rolling us both over so Im lying on top of her, I continue the passionate kiss, pressing her into the floor and the mixture of oil and soapy water, making sure her back is now covered in the same warm slippery mess as her front. I kneel astride her in the same way as she had done to me and find I can reach the fridge door from where I am. Opening the door I can see two squeezy bottles of Mayonnaise, chilled nicely so that I can get a shock reaction from it. I flip Emma over onto her front, pull her arms behind her back and sit on her pert little bottom, to hold her down. Pinning her arms inside my thighs, I gently roll the length of her blonde hair around my fist and pull her head back with it. She gasps as her head is pulled back and her body arches back and upwards. I lean forward and squirt a large mound of mayo onto the floor, just in line with where her face would be. She bucks and squirms under my weight, pressing her into the floor and squeals as she sees her inevitable fate. Slowly, oh so slowly, I release my grip on her hair. Emma struggles beneath me as she keeps her back arched resisting the lowering pull of gravity towards the puddle of Mayo on the floor. I place my hands on either side of her head and slowly push forwards and down. The bucking and wriggling beneath me of this wonderful creature, slippery with oil and warm soapy water, resisting the pressure Im applying, turns me on as I feel the lovely bottom squirming against my groin. I feel the flush of power as my hands give a final push. Emma lets out a final resisting No.. As she is engulfed with the cold sticky mass on the floor. Rolling her head from side to side, I ensure that she is fully covered from ear to ear in the white, cold, sticky mess of mayo carefully placed for her to suffer in. letting her head go from my grip she reels backwards and gasps for air, as the mayo sticks to her face.

Its time for the skirt to go, as I feel I deserve the feeling of those lovely nylon clad legs and bottom against me. Still reeling from the Mayo on the floor, I dont give Emma the chance to react, as I unzip the skirt from the back and quickly whip it down the length of her legs. With a sloppy splut the skirt lands on the floor as its discarded. Now sitting astride the lovely bottom, clad in pantyhose with the lacy pink panties beneath, I can see the roundness of the gorgeous body beneath me. The second bottle of mayo from the fridge is in my hand and I find myself spoilt for choice. Cracking the lid open, where do I start? I smile to myself as I start at the head end. Zig zagging a trail of mayonnaise over the back of Emmas head, down the length of her once lovely golden blonde hair. Across the width of her shoulders and down to the small of her back and across her waist. I shuffle back down the length of her, so I am sat across the back of her thighs. Putting two fingers into the top of her pantyhose, I pull them down a little way to expose her panties and slowly squeezed the remainder of the mayo bottle across her lovely bottom. Quickly pulling up her hose, I re-cover her bottom with the mayo trapped inside to watch it oozing through the nylon fabric as she continued to wriggle beneath me. I confess, I couldnt resist the temptation to give a playful slap on the bottom, to see how the mixture of mayo and womanly flesh would react. Oh what the hell? Theres a dribble left in the bottle, lets go for it. I point the nozzle of the bottle squarely at the crotch of her panties and hose, then squeeze as hard as I can.. The resulting jet resembling something I would have been proud of, had it come from me!! Ended with the white sticky stuff oozing down between her cheeks as it worked its way, and its magic in between her thighs... Naturally, my fingers got the better of me and I couldnt ignore the fact that the sight before me was a huge turn on, so I had to slide a finger in between her thighs to rub in some of the mess that I had made. So intent was I on enjoying myself, that I lost control of myself and the situation, allowing Emma to spin her torso round, lifting me up and raising her knee squarely into my groin, I collapsed in a heap on the floor, clutching my manhood with stars in my eyes.

My hands are knocked to one side as my trousers are swiftly undone and removed, revealing my boxer trunks and soaking them in the mess on the floor. A wooden dining room chair is placed at my head and I am ordered to sit, in order to save another blow landing on my privates. I do as I am told and meekly sit on the chair, like a child being told off for spilling his dinner. My shirt is deftly unbuttoned and pulled off my shoulders down behind me. The cuffs prevent the shirt being taken off my wrists so effectively my hands are bound by my own shirt, behind my back and behind the back of the chair. stay still or else comes the stern warning from Emma my minds whirling from the sensations in my groin to the images that have been laid out before me, the struggles that weve just had and the anticipation of what might be to come. My own consciousness re awakening the feelings in my groin, with the thoughts going through my head, I can feel the blood start to flow, causing me to stand erect within my shorts.

Emma stands in front of me legs slightly apart, her petite frame glistening with oil, soapy water and mayonnaise, dressed in her black patent shoes, black pantyhose, pink panties and bra, the blouse being cast aside to make a pile with my trousers and her skirt, she truly is a sight to behold and my groin twitches in agreement. My eyes wander from the floor upwards to take her all in and I realize that she is holding two cartons of ready-made custard, one in each hand. Stepping forward and with a wry grin on her face, she places them in my lap and says dont move and spill it or else you will be in trouble placing her thumbs in the sides of her pantyhose she pulls them down to her ankles and with a quick wiggle, releases them from her feet. Rolling them round on the floor with her feet, she makes sure they are covered in the oil, the soapy water and the mayo, that had been dealt out to her. Picking them up and pulling the legs apart, she pushes the crotch of the pantyhose into my mouth and passes the legs behind the back of my head, tying a knot at the back, tight, then another to make a double knot, effectively gagging me with the body of the hose pulled into my mouth. I can taste the oil, the mayo and even, I think, some of the water, but the warmth of the hose, freshly removed from her body is a huge turn on. I wont blindfold you., I want you to see whats coming she announced, as Emma calmly picks up the two cartons of custard and sits astride my lap, her weight pressing down on the top of my thighs.

Balancing one of the cartons in my lap between us both, Emma has one carton in one hand and with the other grabs a fistful of my hair. Pulling my head back by the hair, so Im staring at the ceiling, she calmly raises the carton in her hand and oh so slowly, starts to pour. The contents of the carton start to dribble onto my forehead, over her hand and down the front of my face. Continuing down the front of my neck and onto my chest. Im blinded by the yellow ooze and I blink repeatedly to try to clear my site, globules of the sticky slimy yellow mass working its way down towards my waist. Shaking the box like a disappointed kid on Christmas morning, Emma is somewhat upset that the carton has run out. She places her hands either side of my head and uses her thumbs to wipe my eyes clear. I told you I wanted you to see whats coming.Taking the second carton from between us, she tips her own head back and begins to pour more of the same down her own neck and across her chest. Seeing her heaving chest filling up with custard that is trapped inside her bra, I moan and wriggle in my seat.. ah ah ah she says with a naughty little grin on her face, sit still and take whats coming to you she finishes pouring the contents of the second carton over her front, more over her chest, then down to her waist, then with a cheeky grin, tells me to look down. Inserting her thumb into the top of her panties, she pulls open the front and finishes off the remainder of the carton, by tipping it down the inside of her panties Oooh that feels nice as she wiggles in my lap and increases the pressure building up in my manhood. Sliding forward in my lap, she begins to grind her custard soaked crotch into mine, rubbing her panties up and down my shaft with the ever warming slippery custard, forming a delicious lubricant between us. Stepping off, she announces, I havent finished with you yet and promptly disappears into the bedroom on the other side of the apartment. Im sat in a state of delirium at the condition I am in, the position I am in and perhaps, a little worried at what might be coming next?
I dare not move for fear of upsetting my angel, I can hear her voice from the other room in conversation with someone on the phone. Cant quite make out whats being said, but get the last bit of ok see you later then. Footsteps from behind me arouse me from the state of delirium and arousal that Im in. I feel hands around my wrists and hear the clinking of steel. Oh god shes got the handcuffs I was keeping under the bed to surprise her with, how the hell did she find them?... one side is fastened to my wrist, the other side passed through the bars at the back of the chair, then fastened to my other wrist. If I go anywhere now, the chairs coming with me, I think to myself as Emma comes round from behind me and walks past me wiggling her bottom as she goes god what a sight, shes made no effort to clean herself off, so shes still covered in all of the mess we have made. But where is she going, what is she going to do?... my mind racing, Emma bends over forwards to reach into the bits drawer that every house has and rummages around for a few seconds. Ah here it is she announces to her audience of one, just what I was looking for she smiled as she approached me with a roll of gaffa tape in her hand. Wrapping the tape around my ankles and the leg of the chair on each side, Im now stuck, unable to move, my hands secured behind my back and ankles to the chair. Now I am in trouble as the panicked look in my eyes must have given away.

Now dont panic my beloved Emma announced, but you remember we had been discussing a domestic help which you said we didnt need? Well shes coming round for an interview looking around at the kitchen clock she feigned ooh in about ten minutes, so I thought we could have some fun and try to persuade you that we needed help I tried in vain to raise a protest, but I was still gagged by the pantyhose, knotted around my head. I strained against my bonds, but Emma had made too good a job at securing me, so any resistance was futile on my part. Turning purple at the thought that a stranger, no less was going to see us in this state, I was panicking. Surely this is intimate between us? Surely she wouldnt expose our little kinky sessions to all and sundry? God whats going to happen if this gets out? As a treat for while we were waiting Emma calmly sat astride my lap again and started to run her fingers through the sticky mass of yellow custard on my chest and calmly whispered now dont panic my love, you dont think I would share this with just anyone do you?
All too soon the doorbell rang, Emma jumped up with a laugh on her lips and went to open the door. I could hear conversation behind me and footsteps of the two girls as they approached the kitchen where I was bound. Im doomed, I thought as I could hear them approach. The insanity of all this suddenly taking a grip I started to panic again, as the two girls came into my view and stood before me. In quite the formal manner, Emma introduced me as Jon her beloved, Jon, this is Joolia, the help I was talking about I tried to blurt something out, but made no sense as I was still gagged by these damned pantyhose and my inane struggling against my bonds obviously humoured the girls as they stood before me taking in my predicament. As you can see, hes quite the messy beast, and will take some cleaning up after announced Emma as she and Joolia giggled. Im sure its nothing Im not used to said Joolia my ex was a messy sod, I was clearing up after him for years, until I kicked him out. Did I just flush with colour at that thought? Did I hear that right? Could Emma be thinking the same? Oh come on, I was only messing about when I splashed you with water from the bowl, I thought we were getting all horny between us as things were moving along?... how can things be turning around so much and so quickly?

Joolia stood a couple or three inches taller than Emma, even without her heels, that she had just kicked off with a clatter. Removing her coat, she revealed a somewhat strange outfit underneath of black shiny lycra leggings and tight white shorts, a cropped white tee shirt, showing off her midriff that was tight enough to reveal the shape of her bra beneath. Her hair was shorter than Emmas and brown in colour. Of all the odd things to notice in this strange situation was that it was shiny!! The light flickering through it meant that it was obviously her pride and joy So where were you when I rudely interrupted you Emma? Joolia asked. Why just here Emma replied, as she heavily plonked herself back on my lap. Instantly the feeling of Emmas weight on my flesh reminded my loins of the effects that she could have on me, my trunks bulging with desire, causing both of the girls to raise a smile.. Ah good. Hes not such a useless dog after all Joolia grinned as she took advantage of my discomfort. Moving around to stand behind me, so that she was facing Emma, Joolia reached forward and cupped Emmas breasts in her hands, rolling them round in all of the custard that still sat there waiting for a fondle. Useless? Dog?.... did she just call me a useless dog? Like some kind of slave? Oh god where am I at? How did I get into this situation?... Emma smiled back at Joolia saying, no, he has his uses he can cook after all Joolia curled her nails and dug them into my groin through my trunks, then slowly and painfully drew her nails up the length of my waist and chest, stopping to circle my nipples with her cherry red painted nails. I flinch as a twist of pain shoots through my chest. Come darling, show me what you were really doing before I came in Joolia said in a soft but demanding voice. Emmas face turned to puppy like innocence, and slowly she realized she too was being commanded by Joolia.

Emma slid forward on my lap, to once again place her crotch over the top of mine and started to grind her hips backwards and forwards bearing down with all her weight and pressing into the bulge hidden inside my trunks. Releasing me from her talon like grip, Joolia stepped back from behind me, I could hear the rummaging in a bag, but couldnt turn around to see what was happening, as Emma was holding my head still, pulling it down and forward to stare into her breasts. Joolia reached around and knocked Emmas hands away from my head, releasing me from her grip. As my head returned to upright, Joolia leaned forward with her mouth next to my ear. I could feel her hair on the side of my neck, her breath in my ear, her perfume god her perfume, the heady smell of sexual chemistry. Now lets see what kind of a messy boy you really are she breathed into my ear. Reaching down, she glanced at Emma, and with a nod towards my crotch, bade Emma to pull open the front of my shorts. Still sat on my lap, Emma did as she was told, without words, she slipped her slender fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled it towards her. Laughing like she was in total command of all she saw, Joolia gave two flicks of her wrists, reached over my shoulders with a can of spray cream in each hand and promptly emptied them both into my shorts. Oh Christ its cold!! Oh God it feels wonderful!!....... Whats happening?, why am I being treated like this, why does Emma feel the need to put me through this? Ok, let go now Joolia barked at Emma. With a snap my waistband returned to its normal position, encasing the whole of my crotch with the cold, but strangely sensual feeling of the whipped cream forcing its way into all of my sensitive areas. As soon as it hit me, the cream started to melt against the warmth of my body, so as my trunks were pushed back it started to run down between my legs, under and around my balls, contrasting with the warmth of Emmas legs pressing against my thighs. Im as sexually aroused as any man could be, however I feel Im scared of the whole situation. What is Emma thinking, who the hell is this woman and why am I being treated like this when all I wanted was a bit of fun?....
Were going to play a game with you, you messy filthy animal Joolia announced, Emma, come round back here darling and give me a hand. Emma dismounted and did as she was asked. My hands were released from the cuffs, my shirt removed from my wrists, but just as quickly, they were re bound to the uprights on the side of the chair with the tape that Emma had used previously. With me still sat in in it, the chair was spun round and tipped back, so the back was laying on the floor, me with my legs secured to the legs of the chair, looked like a beetle on its back waiting to be squished. The guessing game was about to begin
Joolia stood astride my head, the long length of her legs disappearing up under the tight white shorts, as I gazed upwards, I could see Joolia start to unbutton the shorts and peel them down, lowering them so they hit my face. Stepping out of them, Joolia threw them towards Emma and barked, Keep those clean, I need to wear them later And hand me that next carton from my bag like a puppy dog Emma obeyed. Standing astride my head once more, Julia pulled open the front of her shiny black lycra leggings and started to pour a carton of cream inside, the white slippery substance started to show through the outside of the shiny black leggings above my head as the full contents of the carton were poured inside. Now for your first guess Joolia bent her knees and started to lower her crotch towards my face. Slowly but oh so determinedly, Joolias crotch was pressed into my face, stealing my breath and sealing around my mouth, the weight of her bearing down on my face and head as Im trapped between her and the floor. The seal formed by the moist cream and the Lycra stretching around my face, the perfume of her most intimate area being pressed against my nose. I was asked Now tell me what colour panties I am wearing, this is your first guess, strike one of three the weight was lifted, enough to give me a gasp of air, then re applied. Dont want to try?... have another go.. Once more the weight was lifted and I managed to stammer out through the nylon gag still in place White I think theyre white

Joolia cackled and said to Emma, I think he was confused by the cream, look darling, theyre not white, theyre black standing up and pulling down the leggings to reveal a pair of black lacy panties, nearly identical in style to those of Emmas. Come darling, its your turn for some fun said Joolia, taking Emma by the hand and guiding her to stand astride me. Sit on his chest and put your legs out straight Emmas weight was pressed into my chest, as she lowered herself to take her seat, her legs straight out in front of her with her thighs each side of my head. Now for your second guess, Emma, slide forward I feel Emmas weight shift, her hands on my waist, she slides forward to lower her bottom and pink panties onto my face. Again, I struggle to breathe as I am surrounded by Emmas weight wrapping around my face. Now tell me what this is? Joolia asked as I could feel something sticky oozing out through the panties and down through Emmas thighs. Leaning back Emma released her grip on my face and I managed to blurt out Maple syrup? Wrong again Its treacle!!... Thats strike two

Now you only have one more guess to save yourself, lets sit him back up... The two girls stand me back upright, still bound to the chair. Emma leans forward and whispers in my ear this is going to be the ultimate test my love Joolia picks up the leggings that were cast aside earlier, wraps them around my head to cover my eyes and ties the knot behind my head, blindfolding me with the blackness of the shiny fabric. I feel the sensation of more treacle being poured down my chest, the sticky mass working its way down over my waist and into my trunks Treacle... Its treacle!! I mumble through my nylon gag. Easy tiger, you havent been asked yet Emma breathes into my ear. I feel hands tugging at my trunks, pulling them down over my thighs and to my knees, exposing my manhood as it stands erect from my lap. The tension increasing the pressure in my dick as it twitches, newly exposed to the air and sticky substances surrounding it. Four hands now surround my balls and erection, rubbing, pulling, stroking, mashing in the mess that has been poured, god I feel like Im going to burst!! I moan and feel myself about to explode, when the hands retreat and stop the torment. Twitching and flicking, my dick stands alone and harder than its ever been. Ive never felt anything like this before, so desperate and screaming to explode.

I feel Joolias face next to mine as she places her hands on my shoulders from behind, as she whispers now you have to tell us which one of us is going to take you to heaven Im left alone, no contact from either of them for a couple of minutes. I can make out that they are both stood in front of me as I hear them whispering between them. I feel thighs each side of mine, I feel a hand wrapping around my dick and instantly react with a twitch, fingers underneath my ball sac stroke and tease, as the tip of my erection is placed at the entrance of the gates of heaven. Slowly, oh so slowly, the end of my manhood is bore down on as the warmth of a sweet pussy envelopes me. With a slight pop, Im inside, I can feel panties being pushed against my groin, and theyve obviously been pulled to one side. But what colour are they? Pink or Black? Emmas or Joolias .. Oh god, I know what the next question is going to be now. The weight rises and falls against my crotch, the sweet pussy enveloping me, rides me like theres no tomorrow. My hands strain at the bonds to the side of the chair, desperate to hold the waist of the humping womanhood astride my loins and bear her down on me. I feel the inevitable start to happen, the pressure building up in my loins, the fire burning from deep inside as my body is wracked with orgasm, I lift and buck my hips upwards, exploding into the moist sticky mass bearing down onto me, I feel the muscles around me contract, pulling on my manhood for all its worth, the nails under my balls digging in and squeezing, forcing every last drop of my cum out of me, little squirts of nectar juice fill my lap as the orgasm is duplicated by the pussy now sucking the life out of me Emma Oh Emma my dear sweet Emma... it must be you only you could do that to me in such a delightful way... Oh Emma, tell me its you.

Im spent drained of all my energy, the muscles around me relax and the weight is still pressing against my groin and thighs. I twitch inside the heavenly, moist pussy that still envelopes me. The hand under my balls disappears and I feel it pulled out from between my thighsthe hips astride my lap still rolling backwards and forwards, footsteps around the side of me, the tugging of the knot at the back of my head. The leggings removed as my eyes blink to receive the light and the beautiful face of JOOLIA!! Staring into mine Oh god what have I done?...

Never mind darling, hes a man, they never get anything right!! Joolia consoled Emma as she stood up leaving me wondering what the hell just happened?... the girls walked off to the bathroom to clean themselves up. Im still here.. I can hear them laughing and joking in the bathroom and sometime later they re-appear in front of me. Slipping on their shoes they tell me they are going for a drink together to formulate my future . And whilst we are out you can tidy up the mess youve made... Oh and dont forget the bathroom and the clothes need to be put in the washer and dried for tomorrow, and Joolias rates are $60.00 for two hours, Ill set up the payments from the bank tomorrow and well see her next week eh? my hands are loosed from the side of the chair, leaving me to release my ankles from the legs as I hear the front door slam on their way out.

How come I get to clean up? What the hell just happened? I thought Joolia was coming in to clean up? And how come I get to pay for the privilege of cleaning up my own apartment? Oh well, I suppose washing up will never be the same old chore it used to be. God I love my Emma..xxx