Chapter Twenty Seven
The Gift
Fresh from hand washing her pantyhose after their “Session” -only her presence in the basement, supervising him as he went about the task, preventing her Master from having his way with the nylon that had so recently clung to her shapely, if prematurely matronly, legs- he closed his study door behind him, took up a letter-opener from his desk and sliced open the large brown envelope containing his “Gift”.
Retrieving it from the envelope for a first inspection, he wondered, for a couple of seconds, no more, why his servant would make him a present of underwear.
It was only as they were held up for a closer inspection he realised that not only was that underwear not of the male kind but it belonged to his servant.
And worse.
It was underwear he had seen be
