I wouldn’t say that she dressed particularly provocatively but with my hormones any cleavage was plenty! And when she would sit and cross her legs, ...causing her skirts to raise, any sign of garter was enough to keep me from learning anything all period!As you have most likely gathered I was quite infatuated with her body ( getting to know someone’s personality not really being an issue back then ) And we were now into the second half of the year, I think by now Mrs Doe had caught me a few times. “I guess this sweaty thing isn’t hiding much. Is that what made you get that stick shift?”, she said still laughing. “Well, that along with you bent over in those short shorts, when I first came up to your place and as I’m sure you know, you are one gorgeous woman!”, I said. “Oh Dave. thanks. I guess it shows that you really mean that.”, she replied and giggled. Just then my phone rang. I looked and it was my son. “Hello, son. What’s up?”, I said. Donna looked over at me and opened her door. "Yes" she whispered. I was stunned!"Tell me about it?" It is just a feeling I have always had, that I lived before and was a slave in ancient Rome and was the sex toy of a man. I think sometimes I might have been a slave in the Antebellum South and the bed warmer for a gentleman."Jen wanted to be a slave, this was too good to be true. I had to test her."Jen you now feeling nothing!"I walked up to her and looked at her round butt, nearly visible under her thin panties. I hesitated and reached. He swore and said, “I’ve burned up half a week’s worth of gasoline today and lost out on earning some money. This day probably cost me a hundred and forty dollars.”He pulled into the driveway and looked at the furniture in the back of his truck. He had no idea what he was going to do with her couch. There wasn’t a place in the house for it. He had to admit that her furniture was better than his, but he felt that his was more comfortable. He opened the tailgate and pulled the couch to the.