Mrs. Clark’s Addiction - Part 3
Susan discovers more about the slut inside her. Saturday morning, I awoke to find myself alone in their oversized bed. After getting out of bed, I took a shower and got dressed. As I descended the stairs, I encountered Susan, who was wearing nothing but an apron. “Good morning, sir. I hope you slept well,” she said before kissing my cheek and handing me a flute of mimosa. “I did, slut and thank you for the drink.” “My pleasure, sir. Now, if you will follow me, Sir Stan...