There are a couple of women, one sitting on the bar, the other between her legs. There is something he can get into, but the set of men standing next ...o them, he can’t. One is bent over the stool, the other hammering steadily into his ass.“I take it from the look on your face that you don’t approve,” Sam says, suppressing a smile.“Let’s just say that I rather keep a look out than stay in here, watching this filth,” the young agent says.“That’s fine,” she says with a shrug. “We shouldn’t be too. I set about cleaning the house, hoovering, dusting and doing the laundry, all while dressed as a slutty maid. Once I'd finished the chores I sat and pondered what to do next. I thought about Teresa's husband and what he would think if he saw me like this, dressed in his wife's slutty French maid outfit.Feeling especially naughty, I decided to go back upstairs and head into Teresa's room in search of a realistic cock. Among the various toys and dildos, I found one that took my fancy. It was an. I turned around and faced the furthest wall in the room, that was usually the first step before getting spanked and I found myself rubbing my butt in advance.My cousin’s friends were also there watching tv, I couldn’t hear my aunt and cousins since the tv was too loud, then, suddenly all was silent.“You, little whore, come here right now!” She said, blushing deep red due to her words, she sometimes used that kind of words, it wasn’t usual, only when she was really angry.I walked to her, hands. Well I'm only fifteen after all. So I was the perfect target.Over the years as I moved from school to school I had learned to disappear. I called it my invisible man routine. I did nothing, absolutely nothing that would attract attention. I never raised my hand in class. I made sure my grades were passing but not high enough to be labelled a "brain" or "nerd". I didn't go out for anything. No sports. No clubs. Nothing. I went to school and put in my time and went home as soon as the last bell.