He really doesn’t do anything else. I’m starting to get a little worried about that. I never hear him talk about girls, while he’s reached an ag...e that he should care about girls. Do you ever hear him talk about girls?”“Er, no. He always just talks about computer games.”“Then I guess I will have to talk to him about that.” A mischievous smile appeared on her face. “But you, you are interested in girls already, aren’t you?”I felt I was starting to blush, but I didn’t know what to say.“You thought. The nextthing he knew was seeing Bertha Lou standing above him laughing withyellow rubber gloves balled into fists on her hips."Okay baby face, finish up in there then I'll help you get dressed," shesaid turning the water back on."Get the fuck outta here you fuckin bitch!" he shouted in defiance andembarrassment. "What am I doing sitting on the floor? Shit! My headhurts and that bitch is staring at me," he thought covering his groin.To his surprise and utter humiliation, she reached down,. I moaned with pleasure. Rachel began to bob her head up and down, up and down, faster and faster as I moaned more and more.Suddenly the door opened up. Rachel's head whipped around as I tried to hide myself from whoever was behind it. As it swung open wider, I was able to see a girl standing there in black lingerie, and she looked about 17 or 18 years old, although she could be younger. Girls these days look so much older than what they really are."Rachel!" she said, a little surprised,. Than just like that, she smiled to herself. "That was easier than I thought!" she giggled. "What? What do you mean?" I questioned. Laughing again, she said, "well I've been home all afternoon, little one. And have been reading. Yes! I even checked your email to mistresses, whom you have pretended to be their online slave. Pathetic! I've learnt a lot, Graham. Now! Is this REALLY how you want it to be? Because, I'm willing to try it, if you want it." "Sarah please. Tell me, I'll try anything?!".