Janice had, more than once over the years, worried about the possibility that she might, down deep, be a slut.It wasn't that she engaged in casual sex...as often as possible. St. Clementine's saw to that. But she remembered vividly the anticipation of knowing she was going to get to be alone with her Uncle Jerry, back when she was only fourteen tender years of age, and the spine tingling excitement of also anticipating what she would get to do with Uncle Jerry when he got her alone.Back then,. I was informed by Ms. Amber that you are not married or in a relationship? No, I admitted, explaining, men are way too much work. Feeling very annoyed that Amber had been speaking to anyone about my personal life. Besides how did she know whether or not I was or wasnt in a relationship. So your store being successful is more important than a romantic relationship? God, yes, I said. What causes you stress? he asked. I thought about this a while before realizing that all my stress was from. The movement in her cheeks told me she was lapping her inner walls. Minutes passed until Becky stepped way and said, “She's ready!”.Becky left the room, and I stared in her eyes, which she seemed to be questioning me with, whats next?Old Ed his self, walked in. Taking a quick look, he walked over to the chair, laid it back and readjusted it. He threw a leg of hers over each arm, unzipped and fast stroked her. In about two minutes, he was done. His old cock slid out leaving a thick trail of cum. He pulled a rope from somewhere and tied my tits together. They were so sore and sensitive after the few slaps he gave them, but when he wet his fingers and rubbed my nipples, I lost my self control and moaned and groaned loudly, with all his length in my mouth, getting myself and him so close to cumming. If only my hands weren't tied behind my back...I could have rubbed myself through my soaked brief. But there was nothing stopping HIM from getting his release. First he started fucking my.