”“What you got there in your hand Little Tom?” Meri asked with a smile.“Shoot ... I’m sorry girls. Dad stuck these in my hand. I didn’t me...n for you to see them,” Little Tom blushed.“I just hope you brought enough Little Tom ... we love to fuck,” Keri said and they laughed.They pulled up to the Meacham’s home and Little Tom broke the record for showering and washing his mop of hair. He dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt and his boots, then put on his Aviators, just like his best friend Hoot. She knew that now she couldn’t touch her new friend or lover or whatever Cathy was to her at that point.At Webster Avenue, Cathy said, “You know, later this week we should try our hand with the ‘dirty-girl panty’ games as I had proposed.”“But I don’t think I have any panties that would be suitable.” Her mother did keep track of what kind of underwear she owned.“Nothing to worry about, I’ll get you something.”“But your stuff won’t fit me right.”“You don’t get it, I’ll buy it for you. I can guess. She looked up at me with a pleading look. "Am I... am I your fuckslut, Tony?" Her eyes darted back and forth as if she was searching for something she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to find."Well, that depends on you, Deborah. Do you WANT to be one of my fucksluts?" Oh God, yes! Oh please, Tony, please make me one of your fucksluts!" Well, I should explain that fucksluts are my special clients... not all my clients reach fuckslut status. Heidi is one of my fucksluts as are three or four. While on the bus headed home, she opened the envelope. Inside was a note and three 100 dollar bills. In the note, Jessica explained that her pay would be $200 a day, and the extra $100 was for her to buy her a couple of bikini outfits to wear. Ashley began to cry, never did she think that the job would pay so well. She got off at the next stop and went to a department store and purchased three bikinis with matching wraps, and a nice dinner. While she was eating she evaluated her finances. Even.