“Get an eyeful of that,” I said, in a pretence of sotto voce. “How many girls do you know who think nothing of putting their cunt on display lik... that?”“Oi! I can ‘ere ya, ya know,” Suzy exclaimed, remaining bent over as if the titles in front of her afforded endless fascination. “Fuckin’ perv!”“Said the Rent-a-Slut.”Now Suzy turned, straightening up in the process. “Chance’d be a fine ‘fing?”“How’s that?”She nodded in Pete’s direction. “Wiv Mr Party Pooper over there, a girl could go off the. When I finally finished there were small leaks of my white cum between his fingers. He slid his hands up and off my shaft to squeegee off as much as possible. When his hands rolled over my glans I thought I was going to explode again.He got up and started out of the room, muttering something about being back in a minute.When he returned he had a warm, wet wash cloth and hand towel for me.“May I?” he asked.“You can try,” I said. “I don’t know if I can stand to be touched again for a few. I dumped her can of ravioli and slice of bread in her bowl, and as she knelt on the dirty plywood I had laid out for her, face down to the floor, ass up, asscheeks spread wide with her own hands, face grimacing and eyes shut in shame and anticipation, I put the bowl of food between her legs and ordered 'piss'. She obediently did, not seeing that she was squirting right into her food bowl. Once she was done, I put the bowl in front of her as she knelt there, and said "good fuckhole, now you may. Talking I just didn't feel like havingto do right now, if EVER.I knew that Barb would be home after her shift at the store butthat wouldn't be for another three hours. That wouldn't workeither. Finally I remembered that, SOMETIMES, the basement doordidn't lock properly. Muttering prayers and imprecationssimultaneously I made my way to the basement door. I jiggled thelatch but it didn't open. DAMN! I gave it a good shoulder block.It STILL didn't open! Finally, I drew back my leg and gave itthe.