) She has a “boyfriend”, the son of a family friend, that her father approves of, but that she hasn’t actually spent much time with. As the days...go by, my friend and I are amazed at how smart and capable this woman is, accomplishing some unusual and complicated tasks with only limited direction from us, and remarking that she could go far if she weren’t bound by the antiquated ideas of her overbearing father. She is very open and friendly, and we have gotten quite close in a short amount of. “You never worry about guys getting the wrong idea or thinking they can try for more?” Again, that thought of innocence came to her, and she looked away from him, picking a pebble from the ground and rolling it between her fingers. “Sorry,” he quickly amended. “I'm sorry. It's none of my business, and I didn't mean to insult you. You just... like you said... you don't seem like the type of girl who is willing to be a piece of meat, which is a good thing, a very very good thing. Slutty girls can. The drinks were flowing like water and Cindy had a few, which always led to great sex. On the way home from the party Cindy kept saying; “Baby, I’m so horny, I cant wait till we get home. You can do anything you want to me, I want you to treat me like the slut I am.” As she was saying this she was rubbing my cock through my pants which was now growing hard at every word she said. Once we got home we went straight to the bedroom. Luckily Ashley was staying at a friends house for the weekend, so. "I look beautiful, I look sexy, I look beautiful" She mantra'd over and over in her head, her lips almost moving. She listened to their chatter, the sound of their glasses clinking. "Who else are we expecting?" asked the gentleman she only knew as Mr.P. It actually stood for Mr. Pritchard but master didn't speak much about his colleagues, except when he needed to vent. Kitty listened eagerly as master reeled off the names of definites and maybes. She tried to identify them from memory but.