Violent as what I always have to serve. Constantly I am used bored u humbled. Then he breaks my new catsuit. The incident still leaves me speechless. But honestly, I find these jobs as a sexy cleaning lady with occasional happy ending already quite irritating / exciting. So I ironed the shirts of the Lord u secretly hoped to be fucked as the crowning completion of the job itself properly. But this man could only stare me shy. It tore me inwardly so much that I wanted to hear from him now an immediate answer, if he ironed me right now right through. His reaction was a lightening breathe and then my catsuit was snapped. There I lay on the table with his legs spread wide in front of him. Now not only his shirts were ironed through but finally my profusely dripping Fotzlappen ran ran to Fotzensafteskalation. But his thick-headed
