“How much is it going to be again?” she asked, fingering through the crevices of the leather purse, simultaneously realising that she had spent th...t last tenner in Starbucks earlier and she had much less change than she thought she had.“About 15 quid love.” The driver called back. “Shit” Hannah whispered under her breath. There was no way she had enough for the fare.“What’s wrong love?” The driver asked, on seeing her expression change.“I ... I don’t have enough cash on me.” She mumbled.“Not. She grabs my hair and pulls me up to kiss. “I’ve been looking for a place where I can have my wicked way with you since we started. I’m soaking with desire. Forget foreplay. Just make love to me.” In my eagerness I miss her tight pussy-hole and before I can re-try she remarks, “Sorry, that’s my fault for removing your landing strip. Let me guide you.” We both laughing like adolescent k**s. However Jessy soon has my dick in the right place and we both groan as my dick-head slips in. But he was right. The flat directly above was a little gold mine, and she could live with Mr Hopkins rent free. She just had to let him fuck her whenever he wanted. A small price to pay.Peter Hopkins put his hands behind his head and sighed contentedly. Another lamb to the slaughter. Another tight pussy for his cock.“And you Misty, are you still drinking your milk?”“Yes Mr Hopkins.” Said Misty.“Good girl.” Hopkins replied. “There`s a new batch chilling in the fridge. Now be a love and suck my. I answered slowly. ?Hmmm no wonder you are having this problem?. He stated as if it was as clear as day. ?Clearly, you have trouble with authority figures and because you have such a brilliant mind you have been allowed to get away with things for a long time. My solution is to treat you as a child until I see an improvement in your attitude and then we may move on to more adult things but for right now I intend to spank your bare bum, Missy?.I could feel my face flush at the scolding and.