She unbuttoned her blouse as she went.By the time they reached the bedroom, Angie's blouse was fully open, revealing her large tits and thrusting nipp...es. She shucked it off of her shoulders, then removed her skirt and panties, leaving her dressed only in stockings and suspender belt.Ian, meanwhile, had divested himself of his own clothes and stood in the middle of the room, cock fully erect and twitching, drinking in the sight before him."My God, you're fucking beautiful," he said, moving. PLEASE! *SMACK* PLEASE stop this! I..I cant take anymore! Im sorry for sp..speaking..without..without permission! It wont happen again! I.. *SMACK* I PROMISE!!!! PLEASE NO MORE! I am sobbing now, my tears and mascara mix, making black streaks run down my face. Finally you stop, and spin me round to face you. You spit on my face, and I let it run down my cheek, already wet with tears. You know you deserved that, dont you? Y..yes master. And do you know WHY you deserved it? Yes. Tell me why. I. "It sounded like my playful attempt to compliment her had backfired."Look," I said soothingly. "It was just a bad turn of the phrase. I'm not trying to get into those lusciously filled jeans, and I promise not to go all caveman on you without warning. Culture can control biology once it's given a chance. All I'm saying is that I was wrong in my first assessment that you were a weirdo with no appealing traits. Now that I've gotten to know you a bit, I hardly even see that pink hair. I like. Can you assure me you’ll be on time every morning?”“Our car is in the shop, so I’ll be taking the bus. Unfortunately it doesn’t always run on-time, like today,” I said, slumping slightly in my chair, fearful that I had just lost the job.“OK, we might still be able to make this work – I don’t want to miss out on these spectacular tits of yours – so, let me think about this.” He picked up my resume, and checking my address he said, “It looks like you live about 15 miles west of here, right?”“Yes,.