What a man! Threatening me with your boss! Like a three-year-old. Why don't you be a man, you worthless wimp? Why don't you take me! A real man would....But then a real man wouldn't let his woman be the slut of his boss, would he?"I didn't like that. I didn't like it one bit. After all, she wanted to be his slut. She wanted Mr. Williams to fuck her and make her pregnant. I was trying to be understanding, to be loving! I was trying to make the bitch happy!She rolled over, exposing the back of her. She asked me to take up my clothes which I did. Then she asked me to turn around and I did. Then she told me to bent over and rest my hand on the table that I did too. I heard her foot steps walking over to me and then she slapped me hard on my ass. She knelt down and spread my ass and started licking from the top of my ass down to my pussy and I let out a soft sigh. She then kept her focus on my ass hole and I loved it. I tried not to be too loud but the way she was eating at my ass I couldn't. It will be even more enjoyable for your husband to see it with a woman as beautiful as you are." Thank you," my bride said, giggling slightly, and looking at the table."Shyness in one as lovely as you is exceptionally appealing. If I may say so," the Stranger said nodding respectfully at me, "any man would be proud to be seen with you. You have a delightful woman's figure, but your face makes you look touchingly young. It is easy for me to imagine you in the bed room you grew up in, in your. I am almost 13; my birthday is on the first day of theyear. I am slight of build and shorter than all off the boys in myclass. I have longish hair for a boy. It was halfway down to myshoulders. I am a bit effeminate and have a girlish face. I was teased abit about my appearance and manner. My puberty was late. My voice hadnot yet broken as many of the boys in my class had. Consequently I tookpart in the choir and was told I had a heavenly voice.I dislike rough, masculine sports. I prefer.