Kyle avoided my eyes. ‘He’s nice and hard for me,’ she teased, riding up and down is shaft. ‘M-mmm, you did a good job, you cocksucking slut. ...ou liked it, didn’t you,’ came the inevitable prod. She saw my face and her mouth dropped open. ‘You did! Didn’t you!’ she glowed. ‘And not just because I made you do it! You actually liked it, you whore!’ She slapped Kyle lightly on the chest and slid off his cock. In a couple of quick motions she had me on my back with my head at the foot of the bed,. She was sure to keep her dress modest, trousers and long sleeves only, and no heels, she didn't want to give Mr Harris or any other man the satisfaction.It was the following Monday morning when she received the letter from her lawyer's office. It very matter-of-fact announced that she was requested to attend an 'inspection' with the judge that Thursday evening in the law court building in the city centre. it said that as this was an inspection of her person, 'designed to ascertain her worth. I didn’t tell my partner Gordon about the club gathering before we went to her home. As I said I wouldn’t make any assumptions ahead of time and when we arrived to install the new burner she was out in the front of the house in the garden with a photographer doing a set of poses.We waited a few moments until they were free and I greeted her. She was really friendly this time although always gracious in the past giving her plain old furnace men a great deal of respect. As I mentioned she was. The way that she dressed made her look mousy and she was almost pathologically shy. That was why I was surprised when, on a number of occasions she attempted to strike up a conversation. I probably would have talked to her under any circumstances, but I really had lost many of the friends that I used to hang out with, so I was willing to take just about anyone that would accept me.Our first conversations were fairly innocuous, but towards the end of the fall, she finally sprung the conversation.