Tiffany had come to a decision. She spoke earnestly to the knowing old codger: “Mr. Buford, as you know, I’m no longer so strapped for cash as I was when we first met. I can afford to buy food now, now that I have my own apartment and don’t have to pay the rent on a big house for my three friends who skipped out on me and left me holding the bag like last year; but would it be alright with you if we extended our agreement, and you continued to feed me, in exchange for my continuing to help out with some cleaning?”
Buford took his time in replying, leaving Tiffany in suspense. He realized he could obtain better terms from her now that she had committed herself, making it difficult for her to back out now. He pondered what demands he should make. She was a dance major, so he knew how lithe she was. He thought about this, and then he knew what he wanted. The agreeable thoughts that came to his mind made him smile, much to Tiffany’s relief.
Buford had decided to add two codicils to their agreement: “Yes,” he said, “on two conditions: First, after a boot cleaning, you are to lick your pussy lips clean.” Buford really did like to keep things clean.
“And second,” he continued, “after a feeding, you are to lick your bottom hole clean.” He really did hate to waste anything.
Tiffany groaned. Buford really did like to drive a hard bargain. Still, his requests sounded eminently reasonable, and Tiffany could not think of a good reason to turn them down. She nodded her assent.
Chapter 2: PRINCE CHARMING AND THE DEVIL’S THORNS.
Sleeping Beauty: Sweet Dreams.
Tiffany smiled and waved to the boy peering down at her from his bedroom window as she walked from her car to the basement apartment she had rented from his father. She entered the apartment and promptly forgot about the boy. Her thoughts were elsewhere: She was thinking about the new demands Buford had just made of her. She was going to have to perform in front of him, and the thought of doing so made her uncomfortable since she had never done anything like that before. She sighed. If she didn’t want to look awkward in front of him, she was just going to have to practice first.
It was getting late, but she decided to take a quick shower first before going to bed. She undressed, put on her bathrobe, and headed to the shower.
Upstairs, the boy was intently watching his computer screen. Tiffany always left her laptop open and he could see her bedroom through the camera in the laptop. He really liked this gorgeous girl who had just moved into the basement, and he had already gotten lucky and seen her nude a few times. It looked as if he were going to get lucky again tonight.
Downstairs, Tiffany had returned from her shower. She put her bathrobe away and hesitated, debating whether she should just get dressed for bed since she had not planned to go out that night. Another possibility occurred to her: She was already nude; should she practice what she had just agreed to do for Buford? she wondered. She smiled mischievously: Why not? What could it hurt?