Love your legs. You have a wonderful body, she told me as she watched me trying on clothes. I could see the girls in the shop trying to tell me someth...ng. Then a shock. “I am a lesbian Joanne. I would love to make love to you,” she told me out loud. The girls in the shop all had knowing smiles.The next day Joanne phoned me at work. “I can’t stop thinking about that woman. It is very tempting for me. I have never had a lesbian experience, though most of my girlfriends have. Would you be. There was more, Kennedy was sure, than what she'd been told, but even when she asked, she was told she wouldn't understand. That frustrated her because there were a lot of things in her world she didn't understand. Kennedy was patient. Understanding would come in time, and in the meantime, even what knowledge she had was useful for all sorts of things.Her stepfather was Peter Stuyvesant, the billionaire. He wasn't a bad person, not really, and her stepsister, Victoria, wasn't a bad person. I had my own ideas of pushing her to the limits of her sexual deviance. I wondered just how far Nikki would go, for the sake of pleasing another man.Our relationship rapidly descended into decadence. I had gained possession of a complete and unrestricted slutwife. Nikki yielded her body and will to my every desire, and I began to indulge in the filthy sexuality of a well-seasoned whore. In fact, I enjoyed knowing that my girlfriend was a used tramp. I found her sexual history arousing. It. I peek at her when she does this, it turns my tool on, and my god I can not stop thinking about grabbing and smooch her juicy jugs at that very moment. I day dream of her all the time when will that moment come when my lips are glued to hers because I know I will one day end up fucking her because of her sex appeal and she also knows that I always watch her from the rear-view mirror when the boss is not in the car and I drool. I swallow my saliva in excitement. Nevertheless, it’s amazing to see.