I guess, in hindsight, wearing a short skirt and a revealing top wasn’t what one wore to the supermarket. Xxx This night I was to be the compliant one. He certainly knew what he wanted, or thought he did. He grabbed my head and started to face-fuck me. Never in my wildest and most perverse thoughts did I think I get both delights in one exciting encounter. Thinking back, he could have been a crazed murderer or something but I guess my gut told me he was pretty harmless. Charlie’s wife, as it turned out, was so weird. You love it you dirty slut” his voice was cracking. “OK get those clothes off” he growled, his demeanour completely changing when he entered the room. So that night I dressed like a tart, said goodnight and headed to Charlie’s house.
