As much as i wanted to go home and show her i was boss i was astonished to hear myself agree and, as Luke was definately a cutie, i was intrigued to f...nd out how much i would go through with before i chickened out. We jumped in a taxi with Lucy, Dan and i in the back and Luke up front. all the way Lucy was french kissing Dan and i was fighting his fingers out from under my skirt as he delved to get to my pants. dirty bastard. we pulled up at a rundown dump on the Hoe and got out. it was past 12. "That's all you think of me as, master!" I'm sure many have thought of you as much worse than that." Then you admit it, master!" I didn't say that! Look, what's your name?" I don't have one, master. People generally call me Tratsch, Trix, or Dawlie." (Dear reader, "tratsch" is this story is basically an insult somewhere between "bitch" and "slut", "trix" roughly means "whore", and "dawlie" is a demeaning word for a female sex slave.")"Then I will call you Artemis. In ancient mythology, she was. I heard his breath hitch and a slight moan leaving his mouth. His breathing had now become so heavy and then there was nothing.....I didn't want him to stop, what was he doing? Please come back! It was all I could think. And then I felt myself opening up and him slowly ease his cock inside me. He started moving in and out, over and over again. I could feel his balls lightly hitting my arse as he was working in and out of me. It felt so good just laying there taking it, being used how he was. Claire had been quite happy with that in the past. Working in the lingerie department had begun to change her outlook though. She had observed couples coming in and buying; she had seen the shy, coy looks. She had seen the lusty looks between them too. She had also the excitement in the males as they paid for their wives or girlfriends lingerie. Some were often all fingers and thumbs handling their credit cards in the excitement to get back home. She also sometimes overheard conversations.