" i have finished my bath in just a 18 yr old's piss "."now lets get dried and u can get that bottle out of ur ass"he saidshe took a towel and dried h...m . and then he saw her getting dried offhis piss . "lets get into ur room and ill slect a dress for u" he saidthey went to her room and she opened her wardrobe."what the hell u dont have any short skirts"he shouted"no sir"she replied"ok then get some siccors" he said.she went off to get them wondering why did he ask her to get the siccors.when. “Shut up you stupid tart and suck my cock, you filthy old whore” I tell her.She gets to work. She knows if she wants any repeat business from me she has to satisfy my needs. But she’s good – my God, she’s good at this!“That’s so good” I tell her. Her head is bobbing rhythmically in a steady beat, getting ever so slightly faster with each slide to the bottom and back up to the top of my shaft. “You fucking slut. You big-titted slag. You love doing this don’t you? How many men have come in. We,d a.ready had them over for barbecue parties and they returned the favour so we were fairly good friends plus he,d vouched for me and me him on job applications, etc. Secretly I lusted for Katrina as though older she had a fabulous body and wore clothes to show it off, Rob a bot older, but seemed happy to have such a sexy, vibrant wife. In those days Sarah worked as a secretary during the week with Rick and Chris in secondary or high school, myself usually night security so it was me on my. She literally never said "no" to a guy. Like me, she never seemed to be satisfied by the sex; I think she just got off on the submission ... and maybe on the humiliation. She was constantly being left emotionally drained and physically abused. Midway through our junior year, I'd had enough, and I told her so. The solution was simple, actually; like everything, it became a problem to figure out for "us," and not just her. We formed a mutual protection society. When we wanted to go out, we went.