I think I enjoy budgeting when it part of something creative such as working out what wonderful foods we can afford to eat during the month.
Finally, a month came when at the end of my pay period my account was very light. I wasn’t worried as my salary was paid in the following day. But the £500 was no longer buttressing my bank account.
Jim was passionate about that car. And he was passionate about me too. Which meant one of his favourite pastimes was fucking me in the back of his Capri.
Money may make the world go around – in some people’s eyes. But, it doesn’t grow on trees. Yet both time and trees – in my opinion – are worth more than money.
I wasn’t wearing any tights and I always wore a skirt and blouse to work – pushing the gusset of my knickers aside, I felt the moistness of my cunt. Fuck I was hot for this guy.
Christmas day included scrambled eggs, smoked salmon and prosecco style bucks fizz for brunch. Later I got on my knees to suck cock.