A tiny bell hungfrom the ring in my tongue.Adding to my surprising curves were a pair of rather full breasts under alacy white fitted blouse. My hips...also seemed to bulge under a petticoat-lifted short skirt. A white lace apron, matching my blouse, hung over thefront of the skirt. Most out of place, and clearly shown by his currentposture, was my cock dangling below the hemline of my skirt - stiff andheld that way with a tight bow of pink ribbon.In short, I looked like a slutty serving. Visible-xs" ).css( 'z-index', '1' ); if ( window.history && window.history.pushState ) { $( window ).on( 'popstate', function () { var hashLocation = location.hash; var hashSplit = hashLocation.split( "#!/" ); var hashName = hashSplit[ 1 ]; if ( hashName !== '' ) { var hash = window.location.hash; if ( hash === '' ) { $( '#swipebox-close' ).click(); } } }. John suddenly averted his gaze from Dale and stammered, "I'm sorry Sir! For a moment I forgot my place. Of course it would be okay if Brittany serves you in anyway you might desire. Please forgive my impertinence!" Why," Dale asked, "is it okay for her to do things like that with me?" It is your right Sir. It is your due," John replied as Brittany nodded her head in agreement."Oh. So I suppose if I decide that I like having Brittany 'service' me, I can just call either of you up to arrange it?". He leaves you to work all the goddamn hours in the day while he spends your money, pisses around on that bike of his and, for all you know, makes out with any stupid woman that will spread her legs for his corny chat-up lines! You know that my friend works in the claims department and you have already put your signature on the claims line of the ticket. If he does anything to try and get the money then he is history, at least as far as him having any say in his own future is concerned".Annie.