Her parents thought the author might be tooplebeian for their daughter, but she persisted, mildly, and they couldnot long refuse her.The first instalm...nt was The Old Curiosity Shop, which caused them bothto shed bitter tears for poor little Nell. Dot wondered whether Dickhad faced the hardships of Oliver Twist, and he confided that he waswell aware of the workhouse but had been warned clear of it by the kindold vicar, else he had ended up there rather than in the ash binsbehind fancy. The girls I noticed were all breathing rather heavily and I have to admit to having a semi hard cock.“Right, now then mum this is what is going to happen.” I said sternly. “You have a choice. Either I can ring up my mates and tell them your lying naked on your bed waiting for them to come and gang bang you or….you can give me one of those blow jobs your so famous for.” Again the struggling and the curses between clenched gagged teeth. I didn’t know if she sucked cock or not but we all knew she. ‘No, not really. That’s what I’ve been thinking, I’m a bit boring like that and maybe I should loosen up a bit.’ ‘Come on. There must be some things that excite you a bit.’ ‘Well, there was one time,’ she looked nervous. ‘You promise not to think less of me?’ I was intrigued, ‘of course not.’ With a small cough she plunged into her story, ‘well I was out running in the park, about three months ago. I was doing my usual circuit. There was this old bloke, in his sixties probably sitting on one of. “Hand me a towel, bitch!”Timidly I looked around. I’d rather hoped she might compliment me on my appearance, rather than calling me a bitch, but there you were – or rather, there I was. I looked round in panic: there was no towel in the bathroom. She sighed, rolling her eyes upwards.“Try the chest of drawers between the beds.”“Okay.”“Don’t you mean – yes mistress?” she snapped.“Y-yes mistress,” I stammered.She laughed, cruelly.“I should make you curtsy like an obedient little bitch but I’m.