I watch her work. She wears the same uniform as everyone else but she’s the only one that makes it look hot. Wearing her top low, revealing her perk...y cleavage. She also rolls the top edge of her yoga pants, making the seam ride up between the cheeks of her bouncy ass. I watch her lean into bins. As she extends her arms, her shirt rises showing the small of her back and the top of her various coloured lace thongs. I catch myself fantasising about worshipping her perfect mocha body. After years. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she was taunting.“Fuck be damned, I going to shoot my load and drown you in cum!” I warned and with that I let fly.Her mouth was opening and closing silently like a landed fish, “Ohhhhhhhh,”she finally uttered.“So how do you find marriage?” I taunted.She too thought a moment, “I will decide presently, it depends if this is a flash in the pan for I own I find myself quite pleasantly surprised, it was quite intense and that gushing of fluids, well it was quite extraordinary,. I ached to reach out and run my hands over Harry's body, but refrained from doing so. Instead, I dropped to my knees, into the waiting position with my head down. I wanted to look longer at the wonderful sight in front of me, but I knew that I was to wait until told I could move. I waited several minutes. They whispered and walked around me."Get into the submission position," was all Master said.I quickly kneeled forward, with my face to the floor and my hands crossed on my back. I felt fingers. Do you know the other girl – a Grace Robertson? – Oh, and how old are you?" No. Never heard of her. I am eighteen, studying mechanical engineering at Liverpool Uni."Marjory told her, "According to the data Derek gave me, Grace is studying for a nursing degree at Liverpool University. You probably live not far from each other." Not necessarily, Marjory. We don't all have homes in Liverpool. I have digs here during term time, but my parents live near Coventry. That's where I met Derek." I see,".