I walk back around and observe my handiwork. You stand there bent and so helpless, wimpering, shuddering. I take a knife from the wood block, and slic... open your shirt, from collar to tail, exposing your smooth white back, hindered only by your wide bra strap. The sharp edge makes quick work of the synthetic material, and now your naked back is mine. I gentle glide my fingertips along your spin, you quiver and moan. I feel your shoulders rise to my touch. I cut the two shoulder straps of your. One small lick, one touch, and any self control I normally have is gone. He has trained me well, I can hold my orgasms for a long time. Not now. Not this horny, this high, this in need. He knows, and cruelly avoids touching me. “So desperate to cum aren’t you my little slut?” He torments, gently trailing his tongue all around my clit between words. I nod furiously and moan desperately. Suddenly, it all stops. He is off the bed, and not touching me. I feel hot tears of frustration spring into my. "What's that Chalky?" I asked."Fucking tarts on the NHS for queers," Chalky said, "You ought to say about that at Council Johnno." What?" I asked."Make them screw tarts till they're cured," Al translated from complete bollocks to Al speak, "Sounds like a plan." On the NHS?" I asked."No get Sandra to do it," Al explained, "She complains she gets cold waiting for punters outside Timothy Whites and that."Old Sinbad comes over, I never knew his proper name, his lot had the corner shop up Hebden. “There are more attagirls to give out, so pipe down.”“In no particular order, they are: #1 to Mia for putting herself in precisely the right place for that Thing of Beauty. #2 to Ann for booting the long ball on the money to streaking Heather’s foot for her second goal. #3 to Gracey for her first-ever goal; that was a great shot. #4 to Lissa for coming up with the strategy for Heather’s use in this game. #5 to Rathi for the great pass on that Thing of Beauty. #6 to Whatshername for her seven.