Being Mr Miller s Slut The End
When we got home there were hugs and kisses all around, and as Mr. Miller spread out the food he’d bought from a local caf?I went upstairs to take a shower. I came down dressed in a skirt and a t-shirt, having left my bra off as Mr. Miller instructed. My heavy 32C breasts were swinging and my hard wet nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton of the t-shirt. I hoped that Mr. Miller’s plan was going to work because once I walked into the kitchen dressed like this there was no...