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... arms.

When I walked over to him with the beer I could see that he was looking at my big bosom. The buzz from the alcohol made me not care and instead I felt flattered in some strange way that he stared so openly. When I gave him his beer I decided to tease him a little as I gave him a good view of my breasts by almost making them touch his face.

"Better be careful, miss, a man who isn't a gentleman might have tried to get a squeeze in."

"Lucky you are such a gentleman then Mr. Sawyer. Or maybe you want to squeeze them?"

I had no idea what had fallen into me as I said that last thing. The alcohol, my breakup and the fact that this was so forbidden however seemed to make me want him to try to hit on me.

"Don't ask questions like that or I might just ignore that I am triple your age and touch you."

Despite his warnings I did not want to back down. Instead I took my beer, pushed out my breasts as much as I could and swept the beer as I looked into his eyes. As I finished my beer I could feel his hands on my waist. Meeting no resistance he moved them up until he had them at my breasts.

"Mr. Sawyer! I thought you said you where a gentleman!"

"Normally I am, but not when I am with ladies begging like sluts to be touched!"

Normally I would be deeply offended to be called a slut, and no man had ever been allowed to call me that without consequences. With Stephen however it was for some reason different as it made me even more eager to continue with our game. ...

... Stephen on the other side got bolder and bolder as he squeezed my tits.

"Nice rack you got, what size are they?"

"Double D sir!"

Why did I say Sir to him I thought directly as I said it. Stephen however seemed to like it.

"Nice to see some manners, slut. Now take them tits out from that dress and bra so I can really feel them!"

This was probably where I should have put a stop to our games but by now I was too aroused to stop. Instead I pulled my dress and bra down, giving the old neighbor free access to my breasts.

"Mmmmmm, get closer so I can suck on your big udders!"

"Yesss..." I said as I pulled my breasts to his mouth. Suddenly I felt a spank on my ass.

"Don't forget your manners! It's sir or Mr. Sawyer from now on."

Having never been spanked in my life I was perplexed by the feeling. As a stout feminist I should have thrown him out of my apartment but instead a meekly "Yes sir" was all I said.

Satisfied Stephen continued sucking and squeezing my tits. Soon however one of his hands went between my legs as he went for my pussy.

"Hmmm, someone is wet down here. Are the slut horny?"

I didn't know what I should say, I didn't like the slut calling but I could not deny that I was now desperately turned on by what was happening.

"I asked you a question! IS THIS SLUT HORNY?"

"Yessss.."

"Bad slut! Tell me what you are and don't forget sir at the end!" Stephen said as he spanked me again on the ass.

"I am horny sir!"

"And what are ...