"I think tonight she is ready to give me her tight puckered hole," hemuses a slight smile on his face.NO! I want to shout, I have a hot, wet pussy jus... begging to be fucked,why does he want to fuck my ass. He notices my quiver of anger."Tell me slut, are you ready to give me your ass." I can hear the smirkin his voice.I want to say no and he knows this. But that is it, he wants todominate....humiliate me. And much to my disgust I get wet at thethought."Yes Maste,r" I murmur."Then let us start. It was a moderately busy day, and the owner Henry Wilson, whom I had briefly met at a meeting a few months earlier, was on duty. "Hello, Henry," said Carmela as we entered. Jenna had not seen us, or if she had, she hadn't recognized me. Well, it had been sixteen years. We talked with the other owner for some minutes and then went to get the things we would need for dinner. "You wanna go through her register to pay for the stuff?" said Carmella. I looked at her. "No, I'd like to talk to her,. Below the scanty costume two shapely, tan legs tapered to the floor and turned into dainty bare feet with bright red toenails."You must be the Dunstons," the girl finally managed to say. "Come in, please. Lucia's busy and asked me to get the door in her place." We were invited to a party here tonight," Faith mumbled, as she and Boyd moved around the scantily-clad girl and into the foyer."You're at the right house," the girl assured them. She closed the door and snapped the lock. "I'm Tanya,". I stood at the sink looking at my reflection in the tiles, I knew this was an opportunity I could not miss, I had fancied Maggie since she moved near to my mother ten years previous. I'd fed her cat while she and mother went away on holiday and used that opportunity to raid her washing hamper for soiled knickers. Maggie favoured silk knickers I think they were called French Knickers, loose fitting around the legs, maybe because of her veins? I would sneak up the stairs and go into the bathroom.