Madame Parrish decided I had no need of modesty and the only reason for the skirt was to prevent the hairs of my cunny from falling into her soup.She ...old me to be thankful for the skirt because my cunny could be shaved and I could serve naked in the house as I did in the fields. It took some getting used to but I began to grow accustomed to serving with my tits on display and it felt strange to have them covered by cloth. I also grew so used to the yoke and rope that I could not sleep if I. She was so excited thinking about the evening ahead of them that she hadn't eaten a bite."He did forget." She thought to herself. "How could he do this again?"She sat there with tears in her eyes. She couldn't move for a good half-hour while she mulled over 8 years of forgotten anniversaries and birthdays. Forgotten because of his dedication to his job.Not knowing what to do, she stifled back the tears and headed up the stairs to get ready for bed.The water from the pulsating showerhead sent. I have waited so long for this, his mouth feels divine on me. When he reaches my mons, he pauses and looks up at me – enjoying my reaction to his touch. My cunt is throbbing with anticipation and he murmurs his appreciation as his fingers trace over the lace covering my lips. He can feel how wet I am as he slips a finger in between my lips, just brushing up towards my clit. I close my eyes and smile. Pushing the thong to one side, he licks my cunt, gently biting my lips. His fingers probe. Sam knew of the afternoon trysts, and by exploiting the other man`s weaknesses, by blackmail, he had hatched a scheme, which Gideon, desperate not to alert Ethel to his debts, found he needed to go along with! It was a way to add again by blackmail, yet another vulnerable girl or two as fresh meat to Sam`s harem and as in this case, usually it was hard-up female student`s! This scheme involved Gideon, enticing the girls to his office bed, a time or two, getting them into a very compromising.