It sounded too gross. I didn’t figure gals would put your dick in their mouth like they said they’d seen, either. Anyways, I had to let go o...f my pecker and think of my dad for a moment, or I was sure I was going to pop. Fortunately, I caught the boiling feeling that had started in my balls just in time. When I looked back, Mrs. Fergusson was seated with her legs spread wide, her ass hanging over the edge of the chair, and with the chair rocked back onto its two back legs. . The feeling of the soft soft, silky material on my cock had me coming in just five or six strokes and I shot a huge load of cumm into them. I had a hard-on all that night as I slept with Hazel’s knickers pressed against my cock.The following day it was my turn to make the coffee and as we sat drinking it, Hazel smiled at me. “Did you enjoy yourself with my knickers last night Mike?” she asked. It was then I twigged this was a set up and it was no good playing dumb. “So you left them there on. In other words, you are a slut. Not that there is anything wrong with being a slut, in fact I love having sluts around, but that is what I see when I have a married woman in my apartment. That is what I want to see. That's all you have to do Betsy, be a slut. Say slutty things, do slutty things. Be a lady, a loving wife, a devoted mother someplace else, but when you are here in my apartment be the biggest slut you can be." What does a slut do?" Whatever she wants Betsy, whatever she wants."She. Now SUCK."I did as he commanded, sucking and taking his cock down my throat, licking the strings of spit from it while looking up at him in full submission. I spread my knees and arched my back, exposing my smooth, tight ass for his viewing pleasure while pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I would take him deep and feel his cock throb, then be rewarded with his silky pre cum as my tongue got to his piss slit. Savoring the taste I would swirl my tongue around the tip before opening up and.