John finished his dinner at a leisurely pace, pausing to tell Susan to top up his wine glass, but otherwise ignoring her. He was actually quite impressed with the food. While it was simple, it was well prepared and cooked. And it occured to John that maybe the only thing better than taking possesion of a girl was taking possesion of one that knew how to cook. So his stomach was now almost as happy as his cock. He put down his cutlery on his plate and leaned back contentedly, looking at Susan while she seemed to be totally fascinated with a bit of carpet a couple of inches in front of her toes… 続きを読む

John sat there with bated breath, completely failing to register anything on the TV. He strained to listen to what Susan was doing and heard nothing except silence. The suspense was killing him but he remained where he was, trying to reach her with his mind, to will her to start cleaning. Finally after what seemed like hours but was in reality only a few minutes, he heard her starting to put the shopping away. He almost came in his pants! Johns mind raced with possibilities, but he relaxed and started to try and watch the TV. He kept listening to Susan as well, but gave no indication that h… 続きを読む

Susan sat on the bus in a cloud of despondency. She had just been to her fourth job interview of the week and she knew she wasn't going to hear anything more from them. The gentleman conducting her interview had been less than positive and had spent most of the interview talking to her tits. Of course she would have been happy for him to do that if only it meant she would get the job. But that was never going to be likely and Susan wondered how she was going to pay the rent next week. When Susan thought back over the last year it was in a state of bewilderment. A year ago she had been happ… 続きを読む