. She was young and very attractive even in her tight black uniform you could see her curves and hour glass figure oozing out of those tight black leg...ings and black v neck t-shirt. She had small tits but they were firm and ripe. A flat stomach and a booty you could bury your face in for days on end. All a hard working Chef could ask for. But it was her attitude that got my rocks of the most. The ‘I don’t give a fuck kind of attitude!’“ chef fancy a walk round to the shops for lunch “ she. Indeed I found it quite a turn on, when I could I would purposefully get her to dress and sit so her gestures and postures became more wanton and provocative.Lisa likes to dress nice and would never go out without a little make up, particularly eye make up to accentuate her sparkling eyes. This evening she had chosen to wear a simple button fronted white blouse with a short black skirt. Underwear was kept to a minimum just her white lacy bra and a little pair of white panties. She left her legs. He never did. Instead, I would hop into the shower and empty my load down the drain. Feeling some relief, I'd quickly get dressed and head to class.Brandon and I were on different class schedules so we saw little of each other during the day. Most of the time, I would use the time that he was away at class for doing homework. However, there were days when I wanted to have a little fun. With just a few clicks, my computer transformed into a pornographic parade of men sucking and fucking. She passes on as if she herself were the dream. He dozes. His brother and he lie on the floor in their communal bedroom, ears pressed to the old fashioned, non functioning heat grate which opens directly to the living room below, If they slide aside aside one board. A flood of abuse and pleas arise from below, sounds of blows struck. ‘Bitch! Cunt! Whore! ‘Bob, stop the kids’ll hear!’ Neither of the boys dares to look at the other but Ernie’s small hand clutches his tightly. The tiny sharp pain.