Sarah's shopping trip: Part 1 (Sarah's POV)

Mr. Robinson is keeping me up later and later, and the whole time, all I can think about is Liam opening up that bedroom door and seeing whats going on. It's bad enough doing it all, but at least when Liam is at work, I'm not so worried about him walking in. Even when he gets home, I have enough time to finish him off, and quickly brush my teeth and gargle some mouthwash, and I can focus on my technique and getting better for Liam. When he makes me do it in the living room, with Liam asleep just one door away, I'm too terrified of being caught to think of anything else. I've told him that before, and he doesn't seem to care. Sometimes, it almost feels like he wants us to get caught, because he makes sure I make plenty of noise when he forces himself deep and makes me gag and ****. I have to admit, though, it is working. The point at which I am gagging is getting deeper and deeper, and eventually it won't be a concern at all.

Tonight, he introduced me to something called a 'facial' which is apparently a thing men love doing, though I can't imagine why. It's so gross and disgusting having his... stuff... all over my face. The rush I got from him looking at me all covered with such a lustful look was unrelated. When I'm on the ground, kneeling, face covered, and topless ('Sarah it will be so messy.' And 'Come on girl, let me look at that chest.' God, why do I always give in to him.) I look up at him, "So that was your surprise, huh?" I don't know why I'm dissapointed. Like I should have expected anything from him.

"That's not it at all, actually. Let me show you," he walks over to his pants which are thrown over the couch as I put my bra back on. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. My eyes open wide in surprise. "On a whim, I bought some scratch off tickets on the way home. I did pretty well."

"Wow, I'm happy for you," I said, and I meant it. As cruel as he was to me in high school, and as abrasive and demanding as he is know, I still feel so bad for him. For someone his age to have to be worried about being homeless and jobless makes me feel awful for him. Not to mention the fact that his 'training' is working. Liam can't keep his eyes off me, and he seems so happy when I cook and clean for him, and I know my newfound skills will make him even more happy when I get the chance to use them on him.

"Thank you, but I don't intend to spend it on me." I give him a confused look. "I'm going to take you and Liam out to dinner. My treat." He pauses, and as I'm about to thank him, he speaks again, "And, tomorrow, I'm taking you out shopping."

"What? You don't have to do that..." I haven't been shopping for myself in forever, but I'm not going to take what little money he has for myself.

"Considering all you have been doing for me, I think you've earned it," he says, I catch a look at myself in the mirror, my face still covered. Yeah. Fair point there. "And a lot of what I am going to buy is for my viewing pleasure," he says with a grin. My heart rate increases when he says that. The idea of a man dressing me up like a doll for him to ogle is logically revolting, but in actuality, it makes me so excited even though I try to hide it.

"That's so sweet of you. I can't wait!" I try to keep my voice down, but my excitement leaks through. I talk to him for a while about all the different places I would love to shop at, and he shares my enthusiam and keeps the conversation going.

"It's getting a little late," he says, looking at the clock which reads 830. "You should get some rest. You're going to be squeezing into a lot of outfits tomorrow, and I'm going to love watching you try to fit this," he reaches around and lifts up my skirt and grabs a handful of my butt. I feel a rush when he grabs me. I've never been grabbed like that, since Liam is far too respectful, and Mr. Robinson admires my body and uses my mouth and hands, but hasn't grabbed me before.

"I mean it's not THAT late..." I tell him, unhooking my bra and dropping it to the floor. His eyes shoot straight to my chest. "I'm aldeady a mess. Might as well get some more facial practice in." I can see his cock instantly rise back to full mast. For a man his age, he always seems ready to go at a moments notice. He pushes me to my knees, and I get to work with my mouth immediately, pushing myself to go a little deeper than I have been. I also lean forward, raising my skirt up. I don't know why I do it, but after he grabbed me there, it's like I want him to see it more.

"Fuck that fat ass of yours is just as good at your tits." Fat. That word has hurt me so much through the years, not the least of which by tfge very man whose cock I have in my mouth. That word hurts me like few others. This time, though, it's used as a compliment, and it makes me happier than any I've ever received before. Pretty, smart, gorgeous, perfect, etc: Liam has called me all of them, but none of them can compare to him calling my butt 'fat.' I look up into his eyes and impale my throat further down his cock than I ever have before, making me **** loudly, but I don't care.

A couple of hours and three facials later, and it's almost midnight. I put my bra back on, not bothering to clean my face or put on my shirt. I'm really tired now, and I'm sure Liam is fast asleep. After a rinse off and a thorough brushing, I'm lying next to Liam asleep as well.