I put up on a black crotch less thong, followed by black crotch less stockings. I wore my skanky white and black mini skirt which only went half way d...own my thighs. I did not wear a bra and put on a semi see through white button up blouse which fitted tightly to my body. I completed my outfit by putting on hooker knee high boots which came up to just above my knees. Looking at myself in the mirror I definitely looked like a prostitute on the street corners but did not care since I was planning. Whilst pointing this out Maneka had been stroking Roger's cock back to full erection before laying on her back on the bed and guiding him into her wet cunt for a second fucking. The fucking was fast and urgent and Maneka almost screamed as she came inducing Roger to ejaculate into her.Emily Carruthers was currently away on holiday and was not due back for another ten days so Roger and Maneka agreed to meet at the cottage for further love-making in the interim period.They were able to meet. " I replied "What if it tastes bad?" I promise it doesn't taste bad and if you learn to do it with me you can do it with your father too and he'll be so proud of you." My father owned a business and spoiled my sister and I rotten with gifts and toys when he was happy with us and my grandpa knew it."How do I do it?" Well the first thing you need to learn is to get on your knees." he took me gently by the hips and placed me on the floor in front of him. He reached over to the endtable and. She picked up her skirt and replaced it before slipping into the kitchen. She returned to the living room some ten minutes later with her master's cup of tea. She had learnt ages ago that her master demanded his tea served topless from his subs and as always it was strong, white with two sugars.She moved beside him and held out his cuppa, he slipped his hand between her legs and said "Rock". Again almost as part of her conditioning she simply rubbed her cunt lips across the back of her master's.