He almost jumped out of his pale pink skin before eyeing the door suspiciously. He hadn't ordered anything and didn't have any friends or family who w...uld visit him on a random weekday morning. The slum he lived in was probably labeled as "beyond salvation" by all of the religious institutions in the city. Nobody had any reason to knock on his door today or any other day. His curiosity got the better of him though and he advanced towards the noise. A few steps in he realized he was only wearing. The lane did not continue past the end of the woodlot or the small rowof outbuildings behind the mansion. The house, being the only importantbuilding facing the street, bore a singular number and the name of thelane as its address. One April Morning."I felt that it was interesting to me that the excerpt from the brochurewhich elsewhere sang the praises of the landmark, in this one passageconveyed the same feeling of specialness that had attracted me in thefirst place. I also from the brochure. The next thing I saw was even worse: Sean’s hand lifted slowly my wife’s dress up. A look of astonishment and almost pleasure was on her sensual face. Then Sean looked surprised, when he saw Ana was not wearing any underwear and her hot shaven pussy was soaking wet… Suddenly he removed his hand back and apologized profusely. But my sexy Ana insisted in being curious and then she asked Sean what he should do with her. He replied instantly that he would love to lick her clit and bury his tongue. ” “You’re a gurl,” she said, “and you should get fucked like one.” That’s when Suzy the Slut was really born. Gina took me shopping at Hot Topic and got me several very short skirts and skimpy tops that showed a lot of cleavage. She also got some bright lipstick and nail polish, some patterned stockings and some strappy fuck-me-now shoes with 4” heels. “I want guys to practically jump you in a bar,” she said as she did my hair and make-up. I had to admit I looked very hot when she was done. As.