"Says the girl who was sobbin' 'er' heart out to me when you found that tart's pair of knickers in his cab!" said Janet. "You know 'e's seein' to 'is ...eeds when 'e's gorn away. You should be seein' to yours. Besides 'e looks a lot nicer than that twat of a brother of Mark's who keeps sniffin around." But what will the neighbours think?" gasped Lisa."Doubt Jean cares an' as for that Mrs Hepplewhite, so long as I leaves by the back door she'll think I'm still 'ere," said Janet with a giggle.. She didn't look like she was paying one whit ofattention to him. "I... claim you as my own, Hollow God," he said, hisbody as stiff as a board, "and... I am your master."Ms. Carter said nothing. She kept looking at her papers.But her eyes weren't moving."I claim you as my own, Hollow God, and I am your master?" Gavin said, alittle more clearly, a little quicker.Ms. Carter looked up from her papers, then over at Gavin. Her face wasexpressionless. Or maybe she was mad. He wasn't sure. "I. She wiped an auburn locket of hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. He knew that look. He lifted her onto the kitchen counter and pulled up her skirt, a wave of anticipation rushing over him. She leaned back, letting the moment rush through her as he traced the outline of her tank top with his tongue, lingering in the crevice between her breasts as his hands squeezed her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him and moaned as he pushed her skirt up her creamy white thighs."Let me taste that. “Thank you,” she said demurely, and when I gave a curt nod in response, shivered with pleasure, taking her hand out from between her legs and licking it clean.As she gave my cock one last, hungry look and walked away, I couldn’t help but wonder if what I was doing was wrong. Not the tapes - those were for her own benefit. But letting her suck me off - was that cheating on my wife?No, I quickly decided. After all, it wasn’t as though it was for nothing - I was giving her a lift home each day. I.