I have no idea who my parents were for my first knowledge is of life in a poor house over which the Beadle, Mr Crabtree, and his wife held sway. They ...ere cruel, miserly people and treated the deserted children under their care with hideous lack of concern. From the age of 4 I was required to undertake domestic duties and oft felt the sting of Mrs Crabtree’s rough, large hand for any misdemeanor I might have, or might not have committed. It is true I was a fractious child, prone to hiding, to. The look in her eyes was becoming more and more lustful with each passing second. My cock was fully erect and straining at the material of my slacks. I wanted her to unwrap my body just as I had done hers. “Your turn,” I said as I took her hands in mine and guided them to the top button of my shirt. Connie smiled lustfully at me as she scratched her nails down my chest through the cotton material of my white dress shirt. She reached my belt and unbuckled it slowly. One hand pulled the belt from. "Yeah a little," I agreed. We smiled at each other, her face lights up when she smiles."Look I like you," she smiled at me, "so let's us take it one day at a time, ok." Sure," I agreed."So tell me about yourself," she asked."Well not much to tell, I graduated with a first in Business management at a red brick university and since then I done a few jobs here and there. At the moment I'm working for one of your old man's company as a junior manager."What about girls," she asked with a smile."Well. Comforting.As I lay there, I realized I had it bad. I was totally in love with thisman and had a pretty good idea he loved me, too. Beyond a couple of kisses, we had not really been intimate and Irealized I knew very little about him as well. I resolved to fix thatpart on this voyage and thought, "And as for the intimate part? We'lljust have to see."When I woke the next morning, I had a moment of anxiety. Was it possiblethat this whole experience was some kind of fantasy wish fulfillment?Was I.