So many times I’d allowed the thought of dirty, humiliating sex with men to creep into my fantasies, but I had never imagined the reality could break down my resistance so absolutely. Not that I was any more attracted to men than before, let alone the appalling Mr Prufrock. It wasn’t the men who turned me on, it was the humiliation. Two other things helped, that I was doing it to win my bet, and that I could try to see what I’d done as a act of charity. Take away the sex, and I had provided a lot of pleasure for a lonely old man, which was just the sort of thing I was always told I should be doing in Guides, although it very definitely did not include showing them my bum, let alone wanking them off. For the bet, everything was going to plan. Clive had the money on, and it was just a matter of me getting caught, although we had agreed to wait awhile to avoid arousing suspicions. So for the rest of the week I followed the same hideously embarrassing routine; down to the basement, off with my panties and skirt, a little show for Mr Prufrock, an hour of work done bottomless.
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