I swallowed all of it, but found out a man's morning piss is no better than a woman's. It is all nasty. But I did take it and when he finished pissing... I started slowly sucking.He went from semi-hard to really hard fast and I took him in all the way down my throat and back to the tip again. I bobbed my head over and over, along daddy's hard cock. Hearing him moan, every time he hit the back of my throat. The part I liked best, was the names he called me. From my childhood to what I have become,. "I don't know really how to do that." He grabbed me and pulled meclose to him. "Let me and Luther take this bitch for a week. We know a fewblack women that'll teach him some respect!"The thought of Tom being at the mercy of a bunch of black women actuallyexcited me. "Sure, I think that will be good for him." Jake untied Tomfrom the chair but left his arms and hands tied behind his back. "It'stime for you to clean your wife's pussy!" Jake pointed for me to lay downon the kitchen table. . When we arrived at the motel, I gave Natasha the room card and she gave me my car keys. I wanted to set up a different set of tells and I made the excuse I was just going to check the engine oil. The engine was too hot to get at my Glock without crawling under the car. I would rather not have to access it until I was back in Canada, but if I saw anything out of place tomorrow morning, it would be the first thing I would retrieve. In the back of my mind, I was still uneasy with what I had. I obsessively daydream aboutthem when my mother's home, because then I can't hang out with them. Idream about them at night. Those stupid panties have captured my souland won't give it back.Why am I so obsessed with those blue jean panties? They're just a pairof silly girly panties. Girly panties. Girls in panties. Girls teasingme with their panties. Pan-tease.Last night I dreamt I was wearing them and skipping around the house.Mommy came home and saw me. I ran down the hall to change out.