.."I don't care what time it is, you bastard! Get your ass over here andtake care of me - if you ever want this pussy again!"That exchange had taken p...ace almost an hour before. I was pacing my roomlike a caged tigress that hadn't been fed in a week. My reflection in themirror echoed my mood. The room lighting flashed across my shimmeringblack latex micro-sheath. Stocking-clad legs segued smoothly into blackpatent sandals with three-inch platform soles and rapier-like eight-inchstiletto heels.. Tell me more.”“I plan on taking your pussy, your ass, and your mouth as often as I feel like. I plan on making you do all sorts of humiliating and degrading things and training you to be the perfect fuckslut for me,” I told her.“Oooh, you really are a naughty boy Tommy!” she teased, as she tugged my speedo down.“And you’re a really sexy slut,” I counted, feeling confident name-calling would turn her on.Once my speedo was off, she devoured my cock, bobbing like many of the teenage sluts who. They all loved it, especially when I "put the lid down," as cool people like me call retracting the hardtop. Although the word "lid" might be cool only in my imagination, my claim to coolness did have some basis in reality: Opening the roof requires pushing a button. The button needs to be held continuously while the lid is retracting, which takes about twenty five seconds. There's no engineering reason why pushing the button once couldn't do the job, rather than making the driver hold the. He looked up at her. “So you don’t want to do that any more,” he said. He sounded sad.“Bobby, honey, the problem is that I do want to do it again, and we shouldn’t. I’m not on any birth control honey, and it wouldn’t do for you to get me pregnant. What would people think?”“I don’t know. What did they think when you got pregnant with me?” he asked. Teenage rationalization is like that sometimes.“They knew that your father had knocked me up, silly.” His mother smiled at him.“So why wouldn’t they.