“Now those men probably think I’m a slut.”“You’re not a slut,” he said, firmly.“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled.“What they think ...oesn’t matter,” said Bob. “What I think matters, and what you think matters, but what they think is of no consequence.”“I don’t want to think about it. Get ready,” she said, taking her suit from his hands and stepping into it. He watched appreciatively as she wiggled it into place. “Don’t wear a shirt. I want all the women to be jealous of me,” she said.He shook. She arrived right after Bridget fell from a horse, injuring her head.“Want to go somewhere and take me for a test drive?” she asked throatily. Oh, shit. Nervously I warned her about the three girls after explaining about the Methuselah Complex and not knowing that she would be brought back, too.I felt the guilty knot in my gut release when she laughed. “I don’t know why, and it’s completely out of character for Melody, but I’m not the least bit jealous. Let’s go while your mom is still at. "Ooooh! Mr Jenkins, Sir," I breathed using his new title respectfully. ''THWAKK! … THWAKK!' My new work-shoe bounced solidly on my bottom in response to my pleading thoughts. He was not a man to be persuaded by the squeals of his junior. I was his property now and he was my master. And we both knew it! ''THWAKK! … THWAKK!' Again my little hands went to the aid of my scorched rear end in an attempt to put the fire out. At least this time he allowed me a minute to rub it. When his patience ran. Scared the heck out of me at first but I soon forgot about it. My girlfriend Jennifer, came straight in, dropped to her knees and starting sucking me off. The door was still wide open so I moved backward enough that no one could see us but the risk of getting caught was huge. It was also a turn on of course and so was this sudden “attack” from Jennifer. She didn’t say a word at first even when I asked what she was up to but in a few minutes, she looked up at me and said to cum, right now. I.