That was what I now was. A disgusting cock sucking whore. As I hurried up the alley my stomach lurched, heaved and I threw up. Emptying my stomach of ...wo, well one and half, loads of sperm and half a sandwich. After catching my breath and making sure I wasn’t going to be sick again I once again knocked on the door of my master’s house and entered. ‘You took your time slut. I see you got the fags, £5 was enough was it?’ He smirked knowing full well it wasn’t but obviously he wanted to make me. He would start by massaging my shoulders and back, I would turn round and just stand there offering him the soap to do my front, something he’s the past master at, he knows every line and dimple of my boobs, probably better than I do – my nipples were virtually flying off the tips whilst he was doing it.Then I would do the same to him, his very strong broad shoulders, his curvy back. Then I’d turn him round and run my fingers through his chest hair, pinching his nipples – it never ceases to. That's nice." Of course you have. Vicki. Where's the zip on this thing?" Just ... oh God, it's just here." Calm down. I'm not even touching you. Yet." I still remember the sound the sleeping bag made as she unwrapped me. She stayed there, kneeling on the floor, took my cock in her hand, and made appreciative noises. Then she started stroking. "Is it like this every morning?" No, Steph. Most mornings I don't have a pretty girl stroking my cock. In fact that's never happened before. Not when I. However I changed my name, filling the forms in there and then paying thefee and submitting it, when the paperwork came back to my there would be alist of who I needed to inform for my name change to be complete. Ichanged my name from Mr Stephen Edward Johnson to Miss Susanna EmmaJohnson and selected the express postage so the paperwork would be with meby Tuesday.My task completed Kelly reassigned me to helping Shona with Hormones, thiswas an interesting subject, we found out a lot about.