A slave to theuniform.****************IN many ways, George's plight almost mirrored that of John's though hisdownward spiral into complete submission ...was rather more rapid than hishapless son.His training had been handed over to Joan and Barbara and boy were theyefficient in ensnaring George in a delicious web of taffeta, satin andnylons. Initially, he had returned home after that first evening butgradually the women persuaded George that he should stay over. There wasplenty of room at the. Whoever it was was standing close in to the house so she couldn’t see him. She heard the murmur of conversation and surprisingly heard her name, so she went out of the room and on to the landing. Looking over the banister rail and down the stairs she couldn’t believe her eyes. This couldn’t be happening, he should still be in Kenya, but there standing in the hallway looking up at her, his face dark from the desert sun was Rob, in civilian clothes he was holding a suitcase in his hands. He came. Cunt … drip,” she moaned and bucked her hips in a painfully slow and deliberate fucking motion. The word ‘cunt’ had a very positive effect on Anthony. Rachel noticed his reaction and said it again. “Do you like Auntie’s cunt?” she cooed and emphasized the hard ‘K’ in the dirty word.Anthony grunted and nodded.Rachel sat up and said, “Stand up.”Anthony released his cock and jumped to his feet. His cock twitched inches away from Rachel’s lips. He could feel her breath on his shiny and swollen. She just couldn't get enough of Friends re-runs. She said Joey and Chandler reminded her of her brother. She paused the show and I replayed the voicemail for her.She looked serious. "Let's get going."---We didn't know if we should buzz for entry, but Eudora had given instruction not to call her back and we didn't see any other way in. Within a few seconds we heard her through the intercom: "Hello?" It's us," Demie replied."Oh, thank Satan...come up." Then the door buzzed and we were in.The.