She hesitated but eventually managed to say 'I'm...a......slut.''Say it again bitch''I'm....a......slut''Again!''I'm....a.......slut''You're a fuck bi...ch' I told her as my cock strained inside her silky cunt walls. 'I'm.....a.......fuck......bitch!'In and out I pounded her slit. 'Say "I want cum on my face"'She moaned before saying; 'I....want......cum....on....my face''Again!''I...want cum.....on....my......face.'Hearing her sweet little girl voice talking slutty really got me going. I. Glenny is out, hunchbacked and older than I can imagine. She used to be the almoner at the Royal. I’m not sure what an almoner does but I think it’s something cool. I was glad the bottle wasn’t empty. Days like this there’s no tomorrow . . . only the daze. Then come the bureaucrats to check the damage, cut a check. It’s like that. Belfast in a bowl of hills. An area of outstanding natural beauty. Even in the war zone people are nice. By day they’re your cabbie, your butcher, the bus driver. I. It was late in the evening and the bank office was deserted. The guard for some reason looked uncomfortable while letting me in but I did not notice it then. I walked straight to my husband’s office and pulled up short by some strange noises coming out of it. I peeked the semi open door and my eyes went wide at what I saw inside.My husband of 4 years was completely naked near his office table on which lay a beautiful young woman who could not have been more than 20.She was dressed in a B school. She was taken aback. ‘But it’s not filthy, Sam’ she rushed to assure him. ‘It’s the most natural thing in the world to want and have that kind of pleasure. I just wanted to know if … if it was your worship … and me … that you thought about when … you’re doing it.’ She hesitated again. ‘And if not, then of what?’ Sam took several long moments to answer, and as he did, he switched modes. ‘I don’t do anything like that anymore, Keri.’ he said quietly. She was even more perplexed. ‘Why not? Why.