I am intrigued yet befuddled. How does this person know my name? ‘Yes?’ His grin expands until his whole face is glowing. ‘I am the basement dwe...ller.’ My mind is racing now. The basement dweller? Who on earth comes to the door on a Friday evening, calls me by name, and introduces himself as the basement dweller? Suddenly I remember the basement apartment I’d wanted to rent in the building next door and realize that this must be the new tenant. ‘Oh.’ My voice comes out a little breathily. He is. You look good." Thank you, master."Be beckoned me to walk to him, which I did with the best of my clickingability, and had me kiss him on the cheek. We sat on the sofa, me on hislap."When I left, I was half-expecting you to try to hit me with a shoe whenI returned." He brushed my hair with his hand."I wouldn't even consider such a thing, master." I guess you wouldn't, being such an eager slut."I wasn't eager, and being a slut was forced upon me, but I smiled ascoyly as I could."If you had been. When we got there, his friends were gathered at the back corner table. So much for rushing there to get a table. Every movement I made was the focus of attention, but the guys wisely didn't say anything about my appearance. I mean the dress just covers my pussy and ass when I'm standing, and it was pretty obvious that I wasn't wearing anything else. I'm glad they let me maintain my air of innocence, which is very important to me. I'm sure my boyfriend had clued them in on this. We drank and. M was a little uneasy about it, but she figured that the night wasn't cut short on account of us hooking up and she got her friend home safely. I really wanted to make this girl cum. Not because I was attracted to her and I wanted to see her moaning in ecstacy, but because she was so damned caring. I didn't even care if I came that night as long as she did. It didn't take long before we were down to our underwear. She had large soft breasts with huge aereolas and cotton 'granny panties' girding.