" You are a maid, you'll be dressed as a maid, you will behave like amaid and you will be called by a maid's name, so what am I going to callyou?"She ...tood there, tapping her foot as I thought about my answer. I had noidea what a maid should be called and in any case, I didn't want to be amaid! I settled on a lucky compromise."I expect you will tell me what I am to be called, Sister." Well the ladies wanted you to be called Debbie. What do you think tothat?" I suppose that is what I'll be. “If you'll remember, you embarrassed me first.” Looking outside, he noticed how late it was. How dark it was. How empty the streets would be. “Take your shirt off.” “Oh, come now, Victor.” “Take it off!” There was no helping it. When Victor got angry, he wouldn't accept “no” for an answer. I took my shirt off. “Now the bra.” I stared at him for a moment, understood how serious he was, and took my bra off. We drove home like that, but on the way, we passed two cars. The first one, I had doubled. Bent over like this, her slim waist makes her ass look even bigger somehow, which leaves Hugo literally salivating for it.He procures the lube from one of his many pockets and takes his sweet time to snap it open and spread its contents over the thicker end of the aluminum bat he chose for this occasion. The smoothness of the surface makes it slightly easier to push inside unwilling crevices, which is a curse in disguise, as it makes penetration more likely.The girl is so small, fragile limbs. "W..e..e..l..l," I hesitated, "If you're sure. I must admit, Bob, she was a great fuck, and so was Megs. Where is she these days?" I asked, casting my mind back to her small tight body and feeling the blood begin to course through me.Rosie thought she was still at home, but we could go and get her if I wanted, she said."Bob has the hots for her." she laughed, "She's grown nice boobs and he wants to stick his face between them."No, no problem, I told her, chuckling at Bob and thinking back to my.