And it was good. It was very good. But I woke up this morning wanting you.” Sarah untied her pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor. While I ...atched, she unbuttoned the top of her PJ’s. She didn’t take the top off, but just stood there letting me take a long look at her body. “I like how you look at me. It gives me chills.” I put my arms around her, and we kissed. Long, open mouthed, wet kisses. I felt the smooth skin of her lower back and ass with my hands. “I wanted you to be part of. I have to get control, I thought to myself. After several outfits were tried on and dismissed, I saw her hands pull down on her leotards as she removed them totally off of her feet. My heart skipped a beat because I knew that she was standing behind the curtain in the nude. I could visualize her perfect little body, her beautiful breasts, her magnificent crotch and her shapely legs, standing there complete unclothed and I moaned a little through my open mouth. It was only a couple of brief. . ‘You always wanted a slut. You want me to a slut… you,’ she said as she squeezed my dick just a trifle harder, ‘would fuckin’ get your slut this time…’My eyes shot up in disbelief when I heard those words. I could only think, ‘No Sophie, it’s not you… it’s me…’ but the thought did not continue anymore because she had already peeled her terryrobe away from her body and bunched it and swung one end hastily under her parted legs, with one hand holding the other end from behind her buttocks. Then "Or at least leave when you want". I took the paper and replied "Thanks Julie, I'll be fine" but with little conviction.So Saturday night had arrived and as I drove out to Peter's house in the countryside just out of town, I reflected on Julie's comments. She had started waitressing for Peter at his little parties he threw now again, in order to make some extra money after her boyfriend Nick had got into debt, gambling and drinking with his mates and their shady associates. Peter had.