All rights reserved. See the bottom for distribution rights.One Bad Day*** "Goddamnit," Tom mumbled what was fast becoming the litany of theday. ..."Damn bitch." Today had been approximately the worst day of hislife, at least as far back as he could remember. He fumbled for his room key, wondering for one brief sick moment ifhe'd managed to lose that, along with everything else that had happened.But no, he found it in his pocket after managing to stab himself under afingernail with the. “Oh my God, Sophie has done a wonderful job,” said Mother looking up and down at her sissified son in his French maid uniform. “That is not what I expected.”“Don’t you look precious in your white stockings and little net petticoat. Can we come in?” asked Nanny. “I am dying to meet Sophie. And have some cocktails.”The Maid curtseyed again as Mother marched into Sophie’s flat. Mother was wearing a knee-length blue dress with black boots and sheer black hosiery with seams. Had she worn this. ‘Who was that on the phone?’ Karen whispered after they finished and were again snuggled in each other’s arms. ‘A cop from North Hampden,’ Tommy said. ‘He wanted to know if I’m going to keep the karate dojo going.’ ‘Could you do that?’ his aunt asked. ‘I mean, do you have enough experience to do that?’ Tommy nodded. ‘Master Kwan apparently thought so,’ he replied. ‘He told Sergeant Murtagh I was good enough.’ ‘There is a lot about you I don’t know, isn’t there?’ Karen asked, her hand sliding up. His body and his balls were tensing up, as he let his mind go numb, immersing his senses in the feeling of her glove-tight pussy wrapping around his shaft, gripping him and massaging him as he ripped into her muscles. He wanted to hold out until she came first, and from the look on her face, it wouldn’t be long. ‘That’s right baby, grind those hips down on my dick, throw that shit at me…damn you feel so hot.’ ‘Justin, oh shit, I’m about to come, fuck me harder, slam it into my pussy…oh…oh…’ She.