" "I'm goingto fill your faggot little arse again you tart." "Teasing me with yourfucking legs all day like a bitch on heat." He kept pouring out hist...rade until he tensed and came hard filling me as he promised he would."Now go and put that little RaRa skirt on again with some heels." I gotup, went to pick up my knickers, but he told me I wouldn't need them fora while. I went back into the spare room, and just for fun I did my makeup very young and girly and put the rara skirt on again, and. ” “Jimmy,” I said, “drinks all around. And yes, you can give the slut some more ice-water. Thanks.” Abe took a drink of fresh, cold water and then looked up at me. “About that auction…let me make a suggestion. If you don’t mind, I would be delighted to throw five hundred more in the pot if we all forget about withholding or controlling her orgasms.” His rich baritone voice had such dominance behind it – I couldn’t help but feel it as I’m sure you did, too. “If she thought my tongue was. Going down to the bar, I'd probably end up at some party somewhere, and roll home tomorrow morning, stinking of stale drink, and probably vomit. I didn't think that would help, either. So I made myself some tea, ate the ham sandwich that Jean had ignored, and watched the T.V., feeling sorry for myself. Friday night T.V. is shite. I went to bed.I woke at 8.00 the next morning. Jean was beside me in bed, out for the count. I decided to apply the old adage and let sleeping dogs lie. Or in this. “You are totally turned on!”“I’m turned on by you,” I pleaded. “We’ll see about that,” she said. She got on her knees between my legs and proceeded to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. Then she grabbed them by my waist and pulled them off in one stroke, leaving me sitting in the couch with a shirt on and nothing else. My erection stood at attention between my legs, and I suddenly remembered that I had shaved off almost all my pubic hair. I wondered what she would think.“Ooh…” Tara said. “You.