Disaster Strikes

I can see that there was one fewer person in the room as the old lady must have finished her laundry because it was just the two gentleman left still sitting in their same spot and ogling my exposed tits and bare slit. I gave them a wave and said I found the man who can fix anything. They just stared at me and watched as I led Hank to my trapped laundry. He was right behind me as I realized my laundry bag was still in the floor so I picked it up and felt my juicy pussy hit his hammer again as I slid my pussy down the girth of the handle. I swear I even felt it jerk a bit this time but I moved my stuff out of the way and cleared out of the way for him.

Hank smiled at me and adjusted his tool belt, which I failed to notice that a hammer wasn’t present and the girth I was brushing against was his erect cock. He looked into the washer and asked me “Miss Kitty Kat, why did you start the load of laundry?” I told him since my clothes were trapped in there I might as well get them washed. Hank told me that the reason it was broken was not just the door but the drum of the washing machine was also damaged. My expression quickly switched to shock and further to concern as it sounds like my clothes might have been damaged. I started nervously squirming in place which caused my butt to jiggle for the men behind me and my tits jiggled for Hank.

My load of laundry just finished up and Hank took out his power drill and began to remove the door. I got on my tippy toes again and reached in allowing my butt to tighten up for the three men as well as expose my purses pussy lips as I spread my legs. I quickly started to grab for any piece of clothing to inspect how bad the damage was.