“Well, I just happen to have some leftovers in my frig, if you would like to try some.” My thoughts were racing, and he saw me fumbling for words ...he pushed further. Whispering in my ear “Please wear the same sexy panties you walk around your apartment wearing, don’t forget that cute pink T-shirt or that loose fitting black one.” I was in shock I went from feeling slutty and sexy to feeling like I was being stalked.I can see you from my side of the building and what I see looks lovely.” He went. Moans of pleasure escaped my throat as he increased his steady speed. Suddenly he stopped his movement for a while sending a wave from his body to mine making me arch my back further rising my breasts to his mouth. Then he started again while sucking my breasts and in faster thrusts entering in me deeper with each time. The stifled moans which came from me were now louder, in bursts.After 15 minutes of wriggling, thrusting and moaning I came with the loud aaaaahhhhhhhhh…. Hearing me shout he. All the girls knew about our deepthroat dream and after a few stiff shots of booze a couple of the girls demanded I do it. The two girls wanted to see me do it and right now. Calling my boyfriend the 4 of us went into the kitchen."John take your clothes off and get on the table" my girlfriend orderd. John was frozen and didn't say a word."She wants to deepthroat you now - get on the table". With that John took off his shirt and then slowly took off his pants. The waistband of his underpants was. This is because there is a poll tax that only applies to women of five lira, the Illakian currency, a month. This is roughly equivalent to about ?5 sterling. This is small change for middle class women, but a major challenge for poor women, who also have to contend with a high taxation on textiles, making clothes outrageously expensive, and relatively high rental prices for the shacks they live in. Men get a poll tax at L1 a month.The poor only receive state-provided education which is.