We ate rice and beans almost every day. It was better if we had a little sausage to put in it. I tried to get a little variety by making soup from wha...t ever vegetables he would find on sale. It was usually a cabbage, sometimes green beans or turnips from a roadside stand.I could have tried out for the cheer leading team at school and would have made it but I knew I wouldn't be able to pay for the uniforms.That situation lasted almost a year. I was still thinking I could stay home until I. “I have a microwave,” she said, realizing how depressing she was sounding.“Come on, I don’t care. I’m in the same boat as you are.”“I’m sure that’s a lie,” she said, although she knew it was probably true.“Well, uh…” he said. “I met like, one person. In the dining hall. It’s no big deal, though, she -”“She?” Sophie said with mock jealousy. Or, maybe a little real jealousy. Rob had never, ever been a romantic interest for her, and in fact it was Sophie that made that clear back in high school.. .good thing I softened up a bit while preoccupied with her pussy. She said sorry and got up to remove her panties. Her Mons was covered with a thick coat of hair with her lips and clit hood sticking out. She grabbed my jockies and pulled them off. She noticed my semi erect state and took me in her mouth and commenced to lick and suck me all the way in and when i felt the head enter her throat I told her careful or a mouthfull would be quick. She pulled back and ran her tongue into my pee hole. It fills me with pride. I watch their eyes dip down your blouse, lighting up as they gaze upon your breasts. I watch their heads turn as you walk by. I love your power over them. I love your power over me. I love preparing your bath. Making you ready for your lovers. The tub, the room, I carefully scrub for hours. Hard work, scouring with a toothbrush. Rinsing, scouring again, rinsing, until my hands turn from pink to red and my arms and back pound with pain. I plan carefully. The water and air.