"I feel like a filthy slut, Father K." Father K wonders if that was what she actually wanted to be."Why do you feel like a filthy slut?" asks Father K...."My father is in hospital, my mother is upset and my brother is smoking marijuana, and I have no one else to talk to." Oh really?" Yes and I don't want to talk to any one else." But why does that make you a filthy slut?" asks Father K."Because ever since I saw you I have wanted you, to love you and cherish you. I have been listening to your. Her annoyance was increased moments later, when she noticed her chief bridesmaid staring at Susan's radiant features, and obviously drawing the same conclusion as herself. Cecily watched helplessly as Miss Alyson Buchanan excused herself from the dance and made a beeline for the garden exit. Before she could betray herself, it was perhaps fortunate that her lack of attention to the dance caused her foot to linger where her husband didn't expect, so he trod on it, bringing tears to her eyes, and. Hayley told me, "Clean the house, Candy, it's as filthy as you are." Yes, Mistress," I replied.I don't know what came over me but I found myself dusting the house andthen vacuuming it whilst Hayley took pictures and videos of me on hermobile phone."It's time you did the washing."I then emptied the laundry basket and did the washing.I didn't need any further commands as I then turned to do the washing upfrom the previous day and having put it away I cooked lunch for myMistress.When the clothes. Pussy ... lapping your own ... gawd ... cum from ... my ... My cunt!”This was definitely out of character for my Lily! I wasn’t complaining though. I’d often tried to get her to be more vocal during sex, especially to talk dirty, but she just couldn’t “bring herself to be that nasty” – as she said on more than one occasion. Somehow she had, and here was the proof. Here she was, grinding her pussy on my face, spouting a constant stream of dirty words and encouragement, while I sucked my own jism.