"Please don't call me a slut," she whispered."But you are, aren't you? I will ask you again how many boys have plugged your cunt?" I asked, my pants f...alling to the ground."A dozen or so," she whispered, humiliated to admit it.Releasing my cock from my boxers, I asked "and how many cocks have you sucked?" Even more," she admitted."Well add one more to your tally, Ms. Allen." I grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her onto her knees.She looked up, her left hand gripping my cock, "If I suck. Meanwhile v started chatting to each other about our lifes and she started getting comfortable with me….then after washing my clothes she came out pretty wet coz there was not much space in the bathrrom and she got wet and i could make her curves properly…..then aftr hanging my clothes she came to sweep my room and again i got a glimpse of her huge boobs and i got hard…..this time she kept looking at my boxers and when i caught her looking i gave her smile and walked out of the room…..while. 17 on a Thursday afternoon; and, even worse, I knew exactly what it was going to say. I had known four weeks earlier when; as he leant across her seated, upright, professional form; his fingertips had somehow contrived to graze the passively waiting skin of her wrist; as his eyes had failed to resist the twin enticements of her bounteous soft bosom as it sat squashed, captured and upthrust in her scoop necked, fitted top; as his vision lingered with barely concealed lust on the maddeningly full. A softer protest.“Forty”. Silence.I hold her and begin to run the tips of my fingers along her arm, her thighs, with a touch so light it is gone before her body can register that it was even there. I feel her body begin to relax.“In five minutes I will touch your breasts”. A slight nod, and her body tenses at the prospect.My teasing fingers continue to meander, touching lightly but never lingering. Always knowing where she wants to be touched but never straying so close.“Four minutes … three ….