Laura and I would have her all to ourselves. "You going to Uni after high school?" I asked, as we unpacked the shopping. "Oxford. I'm going to read th... classics." "Wow girl! Impressive!" "Ha ha thanks!" 'Not only beautiful but brainy too,' I thought. When Laura came home, Ashlie, as I expected, greeted her warmly. Laura was in cropped denim shorts and tights and a black blouse. She looked hot and I watched Ashlie admiring her obvious girly charms. Laura’s shorts, which were more like hot pants. “I have another confession. It’s kind of, um, naughty, but I didn’t wear undies today. Nope. I didn’t. No bra, no panties. Blame the weather. Warm breezes and blue skies. The kind of day you just want to weave flowers in your hair and dance naked with the butterflies. Know what I mean? So… I put on that skimpy halter dress that makes you stupid horny and the gladiator sandals I made you lick clean that time you couldn’t hold your horses. And, baby, that’s all Mistress wore today. Not another. She knew what he was doing; she had plenty of experience of "pushy subs" as she called them but was happy to indulge him. After all, he had saved the business a great deal of money and he'd let her see that Deanna needed her ideas shaking up before she had done any damage to one of her real clients. She greeted him cheerily at the front door when he arrived, amusing herself by keeping everything on a very business-like footing. "Do come in, Mr Franks," she said waving him in. "So good of you to. "So I used that God damn handkerchief to clean up as much of the sperm as I could--especially the sperm on my face. And then I shoved that gooey handkerchief back into Art's hand, and I demanded that he drive me back home immediately."On the way home, I thought about how I had left a big, wet 'pussy juice stain' on the back seat of Art's car, and about how Art was going to have to clean it up later. And it served him right, too! What a fucking jerk that guy was!"And that ended up being our last.
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