" he said. "You're here to apply for my slave, right. How did you expect the interview to begin? Name rank and serial number?" he laughed."No." I chuc...led a little. "I didn't know what to expect." I was naked now, wondering what I should do next.He turned toward me and stood in front of me for a minute. His large dark cock caught my attention instantly and I tried not to stare."It's okay to stare, slut." he said. "After all you'll get to know this man really well. So just stare for a minute."As. He told me, "Now you're the phantom housemate, completely invisible." It's a good thing our rent is so cheap. I rarely saw Molly. Whenever I came around the dishes were washed.Neither Steve nor I really knew what was going on. When Molly ate, she ate the food Steve and Bonnie bought. Eventually she cleaned out the pantry, again. Molly might own the place while we aren't around, but she's out of money. She had worn out all of her friends. I didn't realize how important our interactions were to. ?No, properly, right up, all of it?, so she pulled theskirt right up to her waist, front and back and stood there waiting. She heard him get out of his chair, she felt him come close as he examined her wounds.?Well they have made a proper job you? remarked casually, ?but there isnothing I can do about it?. She was stunned by this, in spite of what the WPChad told her, then he went to explain that if he complained she would besacked, as a woman who had complained she would never get another job.. We could see the very interested eye looking at Sydney’s peaches as she shook and played with them. Suddenly a hand came through the wall startling Sydney. I told her to hold still and see what happens. The stranger was a black man with a huge hand which looked even bigger against her modest sized boobs. The stranger started to play with those wonderful tits and I was sure enjoying seeing my woman being felt up by a stranger. The contrast in white and dark, dark, brown was electrifying. The.