Damn, she was in just a t shirt and shorts (that only covered her pussy I guess). As I entered the house, I could sense that no one was in the house,,...even the other two girls were not there.Now I was sure she is going to tease me a lot. She made me to sit on a sofa and went to bring cold drinks for both of us. Some magazines were lying on the table, I took 1 and was shocked that a playboy magazine was also there. So I picked it up and started to turn pages forgetting that someone else is also. “Let’s go in see if there isn’t anything else you’d rather do instead, and if there isn’t, we can fuck for a while.”“Yes, Timmy,” she said before frowning.I ignored her reaction since I knew very well what she was frowning about but couldn’t help grinning a little as she hurried to catch up with me at the elevator. She hadn’t instantly complied with my order, and that fact was buzzing around her head even more than how she hadn’t felt rewarded by responding to me like a slave would.In the basic. When she pulled away, he waspractically swooning from the intensity of her kiss. "Very good," shesaid, smiling. "I'm going to my bathroom to change, and I want you toput these on." She tossed him a pair of her silk panties. She saw hiseyebrows rise in surprise at what she was asking. "I'm sure my big boylike to make me happy tonight, right?" she purred.Tom gulped; this wasn't quite what he'd expected. "Um," he stammered,"okay. I guess so."She spanked him again. "You guess so, what?". ” A very English expletive. She wasn’t that far from the Bianca I’d known.Nor did she seem put out about the lack of a smoke. She was smiling. She knew asking for a cigarette would take me back. That’s how it had started. Me lurking behind the allotments. My parents would have had a fit if they knew I had the occasional fag, so would the teachers.We were both seventeen. I knew who Bianca was, and what the other boys called her; we went to the same school, after all, we just moved in completely.