As tiring and humiliating as the work was, at least she no longer had to handle the filthy, soiled clothing. She’d started, as all such females did... hand-washing soiled men’s undergarments, pre-soaking the yellow and brown stains on the boxkers and jockeys, and the sweat stains on undershirts, in her mouth. After several years of this, she was promoted to was promoted to laundering slacks and shirts, and then finally to folding. She’d just recently graduated to pressing, and now toiled over. "What's going on?"She ran her fingers over my chest, but skipped my nipples. "Just get in."I ran to the other side and climbed into her car. Jordan was smiling at my eagerness, but she didn't make a move to either encourage or discourage me. We left the parking lot and passed the apartment complex."Where are we going?" I asked. Part of me thought she might just take me to her place and have her way with me there. I wouldn't have argued with her about it."Something's come up with Sammi," she. More

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