I just closed my eyes and thought about what the old lady hassaid. By the time I finished thinking, I was just as confused as I waswhen I started. The...servant said, Anastasia, three times. I looked at him.He finished giving me a bath and also managed to dry me and was nowtelling me to put my hands up so he could put a nightdress on.I slept. I was tired and confused what my job was and what my new lifewas.Over the next few weeks, it was obvious to me why I was doing here. Everytime the old lady. I'm flying to London in the morning forwork to prep for a big client meeting on Monday. I've been out way toolate as is." He glanced at his watch and smiled. "You seem to have mademe fall completely under your spell, so I lost track of the time. Believeme, under any other circumstances I'd keep hanging with you as long asyou'd have me."I had been affecting a pout, but when he dropped the bit about hangingwith me, I smiled mischievously and said, "Oh really?" Fuck yes, really. Can we get. Iron his shirt, make him some coffee, kiss him goodbye.I was into my Gothic thing at the time, white makeup, jet black hair, black clothes. It was all very depressing with an overt hint of sexuality. I was often called a 'slut' and I wore the badge proudly, even though I wasn't all that experienced.The day came that I was late with a book report and Mr. Wilson suggested that I drop it by his house after school and he'd consider it as turned in on time. I really needed the grade and it was worth. I then placed my flattened tongue on his hairy balls and slowly and very sexually licked up the underside of his shaft all the way to the tip and then down I went again. I sucked his cock like my life depended on it, like I needed him to cum and soon. I stroked the base of his cock that I couldn’t fit in my mouth with fury, all while I continued to lick and suck the head of his cock like a true whore. His cock was beyond fully erect now; it was huge and beginning to throb. The more I felt.