You seemto pick up on things quickly. I am sure in a few weeks you will be awell trained server." I don't understand Mistress. Do you mean I will be...serving in thedining room on a regular basis?" Well duh. I told you the scholarship was really just a tax efficientway to compensate you for the work you'll be doing for the Institute. Didn't you even read your employment contract?" Um ... well actually I never really got around to reading it allMistress." It quite clearly spells out your duties. A bit of concern flashes through my mind that there has not been enough tenderness building up to this. That thought is squished out of my head when you curl your upper body forward, put your hand in the back of my head and mash my face into your pussy. I ravenously attack your lips and your clit - nibbling, flicking, sucking, licking - my lips and tongue a torrent of passion. My thumbs and fingers massaging and manipulating your precious folds. Your moans guide me now that you have slumped. # # # This is a true story as told to me by Martin, a handsome, twenty-one-year-old man. He asked me to write about his Italian family of exhibitionists, voyeurs, and all-around sexual whores. Just as most men are sexual perverts, most women are closet whores. Instead of the man being the sexual predator, in Martin's story, it's the women who are the sexual carnivores, the man-eaters.As soon as he turned 18-years-old, seemingly while hoping to sexually seduce him, he was fair game for his. His tongue was swirling in her mouth while she was stroking his very hard cock. He unbuttoned her blowse and start kissing her firm breasts and she started moaning. Let's go inside she said. As they walked up the stairs he looked up her skirt and saw her firm buttocks. As they entered the bedroom she turned around and jumped in his arms. He put his hands under her skirt while stroking her pussy. She kissed him and started to unbutton his shirt. He put her on her back on the bed. He pulled.