I didn’t really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life that masturbating I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job. Shortly after starting the job my employer (Jon) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on. http://www.asstr.org/~Vanessa/ If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It’s all been removed with electrolysis. I’m slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I babe have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It’s about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I’ve now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body. I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions. Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then. Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We’ve found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well. The adventure I’m about to describe happened in the summer of 2000 and wasn’t really striptease planned. It was just a spontaneous reaction (by Jon) to something that happened at the house next door. The big tits Builders Next Door Although Jon’s house has an celeb upstairs and a downstairs, the houses on either side only have one floor, they’re bungalows. Last summer we noticed quite a bit of activity, and quite a bit of noise, at one of them. “It makes you hot to watch me masturbate. Me with my three best friends, him with his two Anime girls Daddy created for him. Carl knew it was time to start the young girl's seduction. "What is he doing?"I big tits asked myself as I felt the head celeb of his cock slip in to my ass and open me up. I knew there was no need to worry,” Bryce says as he walks up. I get off the bed and grab my bag and put it on the other bed. Jose shushes her to not tell everyone since Don doesn’t know yet that he’s being considered for a promotion. Thank you, thank you!" I mean, James striptease caught me babe wearing my mom's high heels and lipstick! On the way, she pulls into an empty office parking lot. It was getting difficult to manoeuvre my hand under there and I couldn't quite reach the underwear I had spied on while she had been sleeping earlier. At that moment he had the idea to pinch Tiffany's nose. You know, all those youthful masturbating hormones bursting, and you all being high from the gas.”
The next morning the 4 of us were around the backyard pool eating a light breakfast, me still in my bathrobe and bare feet. Probably should have skipped the brandy in my coffee, but it was a vacation. My father at one point went back into the house, so I took the opportunity to let my robe part a bit below the waist giving my husband a clear view of my trimmed but still hairy cunt as he walked in my direction from the house with his coffee. My mother was none the wiser, sitting on the opposite side of the patio table. The grin on my husband’s face was priceless, maybe due to me opening my legs a second time for an optimal view. Around noon, my mother wanted masturbating to drive into town big tits to pick up several large planting pots. As my father wasn’t interested in helping out with “woman’s work,” my husband volunteered to help out, and she would drop him off at the airport for a two day business trip that had been scheduled in to our vacation. My mother had grown to be a very proper and subservient wife over the years. It bothered me that she never stuck up for any of us when my father would begin his ranting and raving when we were kids. While no beauty queen, my mother was reasonably fit for her age, and my husband once joked that there was no doubt where my full tits came from after seeing my mother in a one piece swimsuit around the pool. So we said our goodbyes, and they drove off. I didn’t mind being left at my parent’s house with my father as he and I had long ago learned to ignore each other. As the car pulled out of the garage, I walked into the kitchen wearing white sweatshirt and jeans to find my father reading The Wall Street Journal. No one spoke as I finished up with the morning dishes. The tile floor felt cool under my bare feet. Finally I walked over to the kitchen table to wipe it off, and my father’s only comment, without looking up, was, “Don’t forget the crumbs on the floor.” A sigh and a smirk from me led to his second comment, “You might as well do a thorough job or not do it at all.” Getting just a touch angry I ask him when the last time was he cleaned up after himself. Not looking away from the paper, he responded, “It’s not my job.” Getting more impatient I asked him why he was so special. His predictable response was, “That’s no way for a child to talk to a parent.” I chimed in, “I’m striptease not a child anymore, and I’m not afraid of celeb you.” His babe next comment almost stopped my breathing. “You’re not much of an adult. What adult would sit outside next to her mother and expose herself for the world to see? You act like a child you get treated like a child.” "You might masturbating want to ask Leah about this. "Why not?" was the answer he got. That's when he felt a very powerful mind watching him. I could feel my cum beginning to bubble up at the base of my cock. “Hi.” I answered. Her cries big tits of "Fuck my pussy!" turned into a celeb loud moan as her pussy, supersaturated with expectancy, was finally sated. “Maybe we can find some alone time later to get better acquainted.” She whispered in my ear low enough so no one else heard. Her hair was covered in cum and she could feel the cum leaking from both her pussy and ass. I just lay there as he slides in and out slowly. I had to admit that I enjoyed the affection my babe self, my wife and I had been growing apart for some time now, she was a stay at home mom, but never did the stay at home mom things, not to sound chauvinist, striptease but I work long hours and do everything I can to help the boys with school and after school activities, and it's rare that the boys don't do all the house work and cooking.<
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