.please?" "Quick beforeI get mad and you get a punishment." "Yes, sir." She got down onher knees and lowered her head, then lifted it again, lookin...g at me pleadingly, "Pleasesir, don't make me do it. It feels so dirty!" "That's goodfor you, because you are a dirty slut." I put my rightelbow on the bar, leaning back on it, and put my right foot on her mouth,my big toe on her soft luscious lips. "Lick it" She looked atme, eyes begging to let her be a human slut and not make her like a. A day later I was sitting in a homey living room a few minutes from campus holding a cup of tea and looking at a very serious young women as she asked me a battery of questions. I can see why a lot of the guys wanted to live here, the house was nice and Morgan was as hot as the sun. Keeping my eyes locked forward I silently thanked the orphanage and it's crazy military training to keep my eyes from straying down as I looked at her during the interview. Through some miracle she accepted me and. My breasts very slightly brushing against his chest. He was topless. I wanted to kiss his chest, to suck on his nipples. I wanted so much, things I never even thought of before. I was panting, no matter how much I tried to make myself stop, my body kept grinding on him and rubbing itself. His moaning was only turning me on. His face looked like he was about to cum, and just as I was about to have the most powerful orgasm ever, he opened his eyes.-What are you doing?-He asked obviously. Well, any guy would understand that. Any guy would do the same thing. Same sad, pathetic, lying toerag yadda-yadda-yadda. The only difference between this guy and a hundred others was that he was her first Brit, but that was a big "so what?" He, though, seemed to be pretty excited about fucking his first American.One problem - he had a trait which she'd always expected to find in a Brit guy, on the few occasions she'd ever thought about it. He was boring, with a capital BOR.She played his.