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" it was true he had been excited bythe thought of handling Beth's delicate lingerie."Now I know I didn't miss anything but I don't want you having anyexcuses, should you find anything that should go in those two drawersjust leave it on my bed when you are done."Another curtsey punctuated with the familiar refrain. "Yes MistressBeth." Jim hesitated. "Mistress?" Yes Carol?" How did you know what is going to be happening tonight?" When you finished in the bathroom you left your bottle of lube out, Iput it under the bathroom sink, there was something else there that Ithink you should see before you go to the bedroom tonight."Mistress Beth was, of course, correct in that. Master Wayne insistedCarol make use of the enema bag that she found there, but at least he hadalso left her the key to remove her high heels. Fortunately the internetknows everything including how to administer an enema, it had beenuncomfortable and the less Carol thought about it the better. In facteven the idea. On the way home we started talking about the normal stuff, school, sports, relationships etc.. but then she asked me a random question. If i ever been with a girl. I knew the answer to her question, but i felt embarrassed. I was silent for a few seconds before i whispered out a quiet no. She seemed to respond with a shock on her face. "wait... so ur a virgin" she asked."Ya, unfortunately" I replied.We had just pulled up into her house. She asked me if i had time to help her with her math homework. I didn't hesitate to respond. It was a quickly gleeful yes.We walked inside and soon as we walked inside she closed the door. She told me to wait downstairs while she changed her clothes. Right as she climbed up the stairs and went into her room, i slowly crept up the stairs as well. I saw a crack between the door and room frame and slowly glazed in. In the room, i saw the most perfect goddess body anybody could ever imagine. She had just slid her uniform skirt off and getting ready to.
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She started on the toast before me. She had finished her pile, while I was on my third piece. She stole the last one. All the marmalade had gone. There were toast crumbs stuck to her breasts and a small glob of marmalade was on the side of her mouth. She scrambled across the bed gave me a sticky kiss and bounced out the bed and into the bathroom. She did not close the door. So I had a sound description of what she was doing. ‘I will go make a drink, Tea or Coffee?’ I asked. ‘Tea please, do you have any green tea, or herbal?’ ‘Yes I have Lanchoo Green. That OK?’ ‘Oh yes my favorite.’ The tea had just about brewed when Jessica walked in flaunting her naked state. The clock on the wall showed it was 11:45. I was tired but still on a high. ‘What shall we do for lunch?’ I asked the naked vision calmly drinking the green tea. ‘Master if you have more of those frozen meals I could probably eat two.’ ‘Done, I have roast beef, pork and I think some lamb. It is a bit potluck, as I never label.

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