Thomas put a card in my hand and gave me a silver sixpence with the instructions to take the card to the newsagents and ask for it to be put on their ...otice board in the shop window.Before I left the shop I took a little look at the card. It read trainee required for a well-established book shop? That job was mine without any doubt whatsoever. I never took the card to the Newsagents shop? Bad bad me. On my way home I bought myself some sweets and kept the change for another day.That evening I . "The degrading statements were all the urging I needed to try and push as much of his massive member into my throat as I could. His girth and length made it so I could only manage to embed half of it, but that didn't stop me from trying to get more while I continued to give the filthiest, and sloppiest blow job I knew how. I was gagging and drooling all over his tremendous trunk of a cock, and he seemed to love every moment of it just as much as I was."That's it slut, gag on my cock. I want you. ..He wanted to see mylingerie! With a look a Master for confirmation, I took off my jacket,and hung it on a chair. Then I started to unbutton my shirt withtrembling fingers. Next, I undid my belt and trousers, and let them fallto the floor. There I stood, frilly pink satin panties, white satincorset trimmed in pink ribbons, a frilly pink training bra that matchedmy panties, hair done up with little girly hair clips, and a face as redas the setting sun.Both men chuckled, and the judge pushed. And then she would bow to him as before, face to the floor, arms extended, fingertips touching his feet, before looking up at him and beginning to beg:“Please fuck me, Master.”Often they were both so aroused by then that this was all that was needed. But oh, how she loved it when he made her continue to beg for what she wanted, in filthy detail.“I’m your slave, Master, yours to use and fuck in any way you choose. Please honor your slave with your cock in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, anywhere.