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An atypical morning

An atypical morning

Miss R suddenly turned to me, and growled “you’re dirty. Take your shirt off”.

Being too slow to respond, she leapt over and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. The heat from her hands pervaded through the soft material into my chest, and out into the room itself.

Slowly, she drifted her hands down through the rest of the buttons, until I was left half-exposed to the world. Then she shrugged the shirt off me…

and turned around to the hot steaming iron where she started ironing my shirt, tutting at the food stains within. Ah well!


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