Next I was cooking for him everynight.I hated it! I still hate it. But I can't stop. I sometimes try tofight, but it only makes it worse. I have t... do it.That wasn't enough for him. I started doing whatever he said withoutquestion. I filled his car with gas, ran errands for him, straight outgave him cash. Then he finally asked me to give him a hand job.I wasn't gay! I wouldn't do something like that! But I did before Ieven realized what I was doing. I even cleaned it up for him with. .. I didn't mean to, it was an accident," I claimed lamely knowing as soon as I'd said it that it wouldn't fly."Oh, it was an accident that you fell down on your sorry ass but I know what you were doing. You were looking at me, at my naked body, weren't you? Tell me."She was so forceful that I admitted that was what I was doing. She turned and went to her front door, saying back to me, "Come here, come inside. We're gonna talk about this. You're in big trouble."I followed her inside and she. He kept moaning a little loader, even though I could catch him trying to quiet himself. I wanted to pop Rod's brains, but I decided to wait. Just when I thought he was going to cum, I took his cock out of my mouth and went back to his balls, except this time I kept my hands away (making sure he wouldn't cum in my hands). Rod was hard as a rock and he started grabbing my head, directing it back to his throbbing dick. That's when I decided to deep throat him. Oh, the difference between a. The material molded to her tits making them really stand out. I realize that she hadn't asked for a bra. Maybe she is too embarrassed? After all I barely heard her asking for panties. No matter, she isn't getting one.I thought about pretending not to have heard but in the end I gave in to the urge to open her drawers and fish out a pair of pink panties to match the shirt. I held them in my hand. They are clean from the drawer so there is no point in sniffing them. I just open them up and look.