It was delicious as always.“Mmm… your pussy is dripping such sweet honey! One would think you liked this, slut - do you? Do you intentionally act ...p so I will whip you?” I asked her.“I-I don’t mean to… I can’t help it, Sir…” she whimpered.“That’s because you are a sorry, pathetic, little whore and all you know is to suck cock and fuck. And you aren’t that good at that even! It’s no wonder you work as a waitress - you couldn't even make it as a decent whore!"“I’m sorry Sir,” she said.Not as. He decided to go withthe dark gray skirt suit. The knee length, pencil skirt would not showtoo much leg, and he was always liked the suits double lapel jacket.Sasha then picked out a pair of heels. He figured the black, suede 3inch pumps would be the least garish. He did not want to be more ofspectacle at work than he had to be. Sasha set the shoes and suit asideand went down to his living room to watch a television show. After afew hours, he turned in for the night.The next morning, Sasha woke. Relatively relaxed about exhibiting my virgin flesh by now felt the sexuality of my audience grow, one guy put his head inside the car so close I felt his breath brush on my skin giving me goose bumps all over. Still in silence his hand reached in lightly caressing my stocking tops and pale smooth inner thigh, not resisting this encouraged Other hands to join in and soon I was enjoyably receiving a sea of fingers roaming everywhere without limitation sampling my most intimate delights in. “I can’t believe I’m doing this”, “Don’t have any expectations”, “We’re not going to have sex!”. Richard knew she wanted it, why else would she be taking him home. He comforted her by saying “Don’t worry, we’re just going back for a massage and if anything happens, it’ll happen, but you’re setting the pace.” Her gay roommate laughed as he said “Yeah, he’ll massage your clit!” Once they arrived to her home the place was a mess. Your typical Fredericton home, with the scent of dampness in the old.