WE HAD BEEN OUT ON THE TOWN and this was a summers evening Emma and I had been drinking quite allot, and through to the early hours in the clubs and b...rs we decide about 3:30 am to make our way to the taxi rank to get us home, we spent ages waiting and one thing led to another playing, kissing and fingering, we had a few admiring glances and one guy came right up to us and gestured he would like to help out he looked a way to drunk and a little creepy but fair play on his part no meant no and. "Roberta's body stiffened and she became suddenly quiet. She seemed in atrance. She pushed Mike's head away and slowly her breathing returnedto normal."Wow. That was fantastic Michelle."Mike's cock twinged every time Roberta called him Michelle."I liked sucking your cock," he admitted a little sheepishly."Good, because you're going to be doing it a lot," she said with agrowing grin. "But now I want to fuck you. Get on the bed you sexygirl."Mike climbed onto the bed and Roberta pounced on top of. Household chores were thereforesomething I rarely had to concern myself with, beyond washing a fewdishes in the evening. I paid a nominal hourly rate to an agency,somewhere just above minimum wage level, and they would send young girlsto clean my flat. By and large they were usually foreign, East Europeanor in some cases Asian. They barely spoke and seemed rather cowed anddeferential on the occasions I came home early and saw them at work. Irarely saw the same girl more than twice, but. “I know, just,” he stops. “Come inside.” I take a few steps closer, walking up two steps so I’m standing on his front porch. “What game are you playing?” I ask. “Just, please come inside,” he says, gritting his teeth. My eyes wander to his lips, and then to his eyes. I know the look, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen it that I don’t know what it means. I cross my arms over my chest. He comes outside, joining me on the porch. I suddenly feel very vulnerable in my short jean shorts and.