Can I come over?" No Misty, you can't come over. I can't see that we have anything that needs discussing." Please Rob, just give me fifteen minutes." ...I don't think so Misty, goodbye."As I hung up the phone I wondered what she could possibly have wanted to say, but not enough to listen.Friday's e-mail from Sweet Cheeks said, "I'm ready. I'm just not sure that you are. Are you totally over the slut yet? I want you, but I don't want to catch you on the re-bound where you are just looking for. I didn’t want to get caught before I had even had a chance. I reached the hamper and lifted off the lid, setting it down at the side. “Perfect!”, I whispered. The basket was full. Jumpers, jeans, blouses and I could already see a burgundy bra strap and half a cup down the side of the basket. I really was in for a treat here. I lifted off a few of the more boring items, any outerwear I wasn’t concerned with today. I wanted to find the real treasure, and it didn’t take long. There they were, just. She had been told bya friend of her fathers’ that her parents only kepther with the intent on abusing her for pleasure. Andthat they did in spades. The lust for pleasure of themen slowly grew into her own lust over time. She came to thoroughly enjoy the cocks stuffing her,spurting their sperm into her womb and bowels. When itis all you know about sex, Allison guessed youeventually just accept it as the way things are.Despite this, she became fairly well rounded in mostareas, and even. They had come to a set of plates of gentlemen’s fashions, and the stiff, artificial poses of the subjects evidently amused them. ‘Look at this one, Millie, do! He’s as stiff and Friday-faced as poor Mr. M’Crimmond.’ ‘But at least he’s handsome, not all skin and bone with the face of a crusader on a battered old tomb.’ ‘Hush, the pair of you,’ I cried. How can you talk of him so? Supposing Mama, or Mrs. Ferguson (the housekeeper) were to hear you. You know everything she hears gets back to.