I was also going to school, so there was little time for each other. I, in the past, had relationships where the lack of time together was what tore u... apart, so I was determined not to let that happen here. Every weekend we had free we spent together, so it was good that the weekend after we moved in she and I both had time off of work. I decided to surprise her with pancakes on Sunday morning, so I got up early to make breakfast.I found her in the kitchen, in a pair of hi-cut pink panties and. . by Pat - I don't think I ever knew her surname. She was anex-charlady from... er, Watford, I think. She recruited all herunemployed friends and their friends, and their daughters, and theirdaughters-in-law. They were mostly school leavers with noqualifications or prospects; or young married women struggling tomake ends meet; or older widows down on their luck."Anyway Pat checked every cleaner out personally and vouched forthem, and they did a great job. They'd do a top to bottom. ‘Steve! I’m all wet. We’ll make a mess of the bed. Don’t you try getting on me! Remember my promise to my Mom and Dad! Ooh! I guess that’s okay!’ relented Gwen as Steve kissed his way down her body. Steve had seen a few x-rated movies and listened to a lot of stories from servicemen about their sexual exploits. He knew exactly what he wanted to accomplish with Gwen. He settled his face between her legs and slowly ran his tongue around her labia. He forced himself to go slow and to be very. "Oh God,please." "You'll be my slut?" "Yessss!" "No more panties at the office?" "Yessss!" you agree, too excited to think abouther demands. "And no bra as well?" "Yessss!" "And you won't mind if I tell everyone we'relovers?" "I - I don't care, don't care at all,please..." "My sweet Blair, you were born a slut, weren'tyou? Now, beg me to eat you." You beg her over and over. You admit anything and everything.Yes, you were born a slut, and you'll die a slut. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... And when.