Oh yes, they’d be really pleased with the way you’d turned out wouldn’t they? A cock sucking, cum guzzling whore. Do you think they’d like th...t?”She doesn’t look too pleased with my verbal commentary. Her pace has slowed. Too bad – I’m paying top dollar and I can say what I like.“That’s it, suck it now. You dirty old tart. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do your c***dren know this is where the money for their. We went back to that place three times.Late in that afternoon she called me and asked me to come to her home and list it for sale.They had plenty of dough so the sale of the new house did not depend on selling the old one first.I arrived on time and was greeted at the front door and shown into the lounge.She asked would I like a coffee and as I had not had lunch I said I would love that.When after about 10 minutes she had not returned I went to look for her.It was a large house and finally. Blanchard chuckled.“No, of course not,” I said with a smile, “but it’s a good thing when she likes the girl I’m seeing.”Kara came into the room and, with a nod from Mr. Blanchard, I stood up and she greeted me with a quick kiss on the lips. I saw Mr. Blanchard’s face out of the corner of my eye and could tell he was uncomfortable, but I’d leave that particular issue to Kara. She took my arm, and we walked out to the car. I helped her in, then got into the driver’s seat and started the. I told her we had planned to go to the Science Centre to see an exhibit, and thought we'd probably go early to beat the crowds. She invited me to have a cup of coffee and a muffin and to wait for you in the kitchen. She left for work about five minutes later.I actually did wait a few minutes for you, and when you hadn't appeared, I came up here to wake you up. I was only planning on shaking you, but you were asleep on your back with no blankets, and your morning erection was making itself known.