Annette Benson
I like wearing a thick leather tool belt and wielding such symbolic male implements as hammer, wrench and saw.
It is Saturday morning and as I work in my basement, my two defacto maids, Peetie and Willie, strive to thoroughly clean the house. I can picture their efforts to wash the windows without attracting the attention of passers by. Knowing that public exposure stimulates Willieand Peetie for that matterthough he can no longer physically demonstrate his enjoyment, provides a delicious mental image of his p***s straining against the infibulating lock.
Meanwhile I work with the tools to build a special contraption for Willie. Over the past few weeks I have been too liberal in permitting so much freedom, being lenient because he requires study time. I notice that latel
