" He commanded, taking a seat on one of the black suede sofa's that were positioned in the corner of the room. The room looked like a basement, much l...ke one that I had described in one of my earlier stories and that he had probably read along with the rest. I hesitated, slowly slipping one of the spaghetti-straps of my top down my shoulder and doing the same to the other strap. Then I pulled the top over my head, my long honey-blonde hair cascading down my now bare back as I let the piece of. Provided that she leaves in a decent attire to a reputed job and comes back early, the masters of the family magnanimously agreed to let them out of their immediate sight. My parents had made the great mistake of encouraging me too much to go to libraries and bookshops. As a result of this, I was now a romantic dreamer who was waiting for a dashing man to come and lay down his life for her. I hate the whole idea of arranged marriages and long for a man who would love me for what I am and marry. I knocked on the Clubhouse door and the guard opened it. He greeted me with a big smile and a slap on the back. He was sort of deaf and spoke very loud."Lar, good to see you, guy!" he said in his normal booming voice. "You don't come around much anymore. Coach said you'd be here tonight, though. Come on in, come in!"He waved me in. He totally ignored the two girls, something they weren't used to, especially today. It was if he didn't even see them. I think they were shocked. I could tell by. "Four. Harder! Oh yea …. … Harder!" I smiled just as he leant down to kiss my rock hard nipple."Four? You must be a filthy slut." He picked up the pace a little."Oh Mr. Wilson I am. I just love cock." Do you love my cock, you dirty little whore?" He didn't often talk dirty to me, the few times we did it, but he was really getting off on it this time."Oh yes," I said. "Fuck me with your big beautiful cock. Fuck your teenage neighbor!" "The teenage street whore, you mean." .