”David just swallowed hard and said, “OK.” The messenger smiled at him, turned, and left.The car arrived exactly on time. David had been ready f...r over an hour. Before that, he had spent an hour and a half putting on and taking off almost every piece of clothing that he owned. “What is semi-formal?” he shouted in frustration as he threw his last pair of pants onto the pile on his bed. Finally he decided that he would dress like some of his heros in the tech world. When his ride arrived, he was. ?Of all the girls around here to beyour mistress you choose your sister? I know I?m hot, but come on Alison,you?re such a freak. But if that?s what you want then fine, I think it?s greathaving my own slave girl. Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees, Iwant to try my new whip.? Iacted a little too slowly for my sister?s liking, and I soon learned this froma sharp sting to my right nipple. She?d tried to whip me into moving faster buthad inadvertently caught me smack on my most. ” Now, that doesn’t bother me at all except for women with real hairy bushes. I hate getting it stuck in between my teeth and the texture of hair really turns me off and the thought of actually swallowing one is something I dread worse than getting my tits slapped hard enough to make me cry. Lately, it seems like the wives are more into that than the husbands like they want to punish me for being younger than them and having a tighter pussy.Sandra and I went to this one address on a double job. And thus it was that a few nights later, aided only by the light of thefull moon, I made my way carefully through the bracken down a barelyvisible path to the cottage set deep in the woods that was well knownin the neighborhood as Goody Whitfield?s house.The crickets chirped and an owl hooted nearby. I heard also thebubbling of water in a stream still swollen from the excessive springrains. Despite the heat of the night, I saw white smoke rising from thechimney of Goody Whitfield?s little.