”“When John was in the hospital, the fact that a number of people there consider me an ice bitch arose,” she said. She paused to see what effect...her words had on the other woman.Betsy looked at Beth for a minute and then said, “I don’t think so. You might act in a very professional and cold manner at work, but in private, you’re just the opposite. I’d say you are a natural submissive.”Beth blushed. John chuckled and sat back in a very amused fashion. Betsy looked confused by the reactions. She. I was about to head into the hallway, when I froze. I was so used to living with dad I was about to walk out in my boxers (not that that would have mattered too much, more on that later.) I pulled on some PJ bottoms and a T-shirt and started down the hall. I got down to the table, poured some coffee, found some cereal in the cabinet (she had picked up some Lucky charms for me, guess she remembered they were my favorite) and settled in. I was relaxing, enjoying my breakfast and thinking about. Normally, I have all Saturday afternoon to myself for my house cleaning and I like to do so bare ass naked. Don't ask me why, I just do. Of course, that wouldn't do this time as both Mom and Jake were home.But, by God, I'm not going to give in entirely. I'm going to at least clean house topless, just so. Ah, freedom.My top came off as I thought to myself and landed on the kitchen table. I got out the dust cloth and sweeper and went to work. I even hummed a merry little tune as I did so. Some. You focus is on each and every nerve in your body as they seem to come alive all at once. You feel hot and feverish as the pleasure in your pussy and the rubbing of your breasts increases. You arch your back overwhelmed by the pleasure you feel as your pussy gushes forth with all its juices squirting them onto the bed. Something supports you holding you there. Without opening your eyes your other hand reaches for the candle next to your bed while the other hand doesn't stop its rubbing. Taking.