Andy and Thomas 39

 We woke up to Rob tickling our hosed feet in the morning. I growled at him through my tape gag. He untied us after a few minutes of tickling and let us take our gags off. We ate breakfast that Mrs. G made. She made us change after we ate breakfast. 


We put on new bras and stuffed them with pads, panties, white blouses and black skirts, and black pantyhose with reinforced toe. Mrs. G wanted us to finish the cleaning job we started yesterday. She asked Rob to gag us before we got busy. 

"No! Give me a break! I'm so sick of being gagged all the time!" 

"Put a sock in it" Rob said as he shoved a ball of worn stockings into my mouth and used the ballgag to keep me from spitting them out. He did the same to Thomas and then he left us alone to finish cleaning. 


We picked up in the living room and then we worked on the kitchen. We were scrubbing the floors when the ballgags started getting to us. The straps were digging into our cheeks and the balls forced our mouths wide open and made our jaws ache. 


I tugged furiously at the straps of my ballgag and made as much noise as it allowed me to make. 

"Keep it down" Mrs. G told us. "See this is why I insist on gagging you all the time." 


I let out a furious grunt through my gag. 

"The faster you finish cleaning, the faster you guys can relax and watch TV." 


She kept her promise. But of course she wouldn't let us take off the ballgags. And she made Rob tie us both up on the couch before he went out. 

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