"God!" I muttered to myself. "If it's always like this I'm going to takeforever every time I dress!"Although I had a pair of flats and a pair two-inch...block heel ankleboots Robbie had put out the strappy three-inch heels I had worn theprevious night. After an hour or so of housework I discovered thatworking in high heels was a damn sight harder on my legs than Iexpected! Even so I felt compelled to keep them on, and enjoyed playinghousewife immensely. So much so that I did not hear her get back. Hearing him talk like that to me only excites me even more. It makes me realize that I really am a fucking slut. Here I am, fucking my Biology teacher, just because I wanted some cock. God, I’m such a little whore!“Oh yeah Mr. Desai. Fuck me. I just want you to fuck me,” I say. He breaths heavily and starts slamming into me harder. We’re going at a really fast pace now, and he’s pulling me hard against him. I can hear the sound of our skin slapping together and his balls slamming against my. Ian was trying to be a friend and I was being an ass.“Sorry dude, here…” I held out my hand for the CD. Ian happily handed the CD over and seemed satisfied that he had spread the church of Goth.“Ian…” I asked, “Ian, do you ever feel like maybe you somehow did something like really karmically fucked up and your life is so whacked that you are like totally confused if you are paying for it or what?”“Like every day my beautiful Ophelia, every day.” Ian said. “I’m in love with Tina.” I said and. Heather intimidated me anyway, being black and beautiful like she was, so her family being wealthy was just frosting on the cake."Come on! We'll meet Daddy first," Heather said, taking me by the hand and pulling me along a path from the garage to a large patio surrounding a swimming pool.We entered the house through some fancy French doors and I felt relieved to find a real home instead of a museum or something. The kitchen looked normal anyway, much like my own kitchen at home, except a little.