She was the first one in Mr. Jackson’s Office for the interview. Mr. Jackson was a built, athletic man that kept in shape. Gina thought he was prett... good looking and that kind of got her aroused a little bit. ‘Ah, hello Miss Torres. I’m Darien Jackson. Welcome, please sit down.’ Mr. Jackson said. Her blue short skirt and white blouse were stunning and Mr. Jackson liked it. When she sat down he had caught a glimpse of her thong before her legs crossed. Mr. Jackson was getting a little hard. ‘So. “I’m a virgin daddy. Honest.”“A virgin?” he growled. He grabbed the front of my blouse. “Why are you wearing something like this? Usually, you wear something cut so low I’m surprised your tits don’t pop out. I don’t know what to do with you, Delilah.”“Daddy?” I said and then gasped as he ripped my blouse open. Buttons popped off, bouncing off his chest. He exposed my white bra cupping my small breasts. He shook his head, shocked. “I didn’t imagine them, right? Your tits?”“Maybe you’re just. Good girl! I did say that. However I also said a few things that were less positive about your ability to fellate me properly.’ I cast my eyes down sadly (‘Improper Fellatri Fail to Fellate Properly’ as is often said) but he corrected me. ‘Nope. Not now, Caitlyn. Big girl now. Look right at me as you tell me what I said.’ I looked at him as well as I could, feeling deliciously shamed and almost lightheaded. ‘You said my depth and rhythm were bad. You said I didn’t keep it wet enough.’ ‘Yes, and. No Deena.“They’re in the exam room.”I pushed through the doors and found them. A technician was drawing blood.“Anything?” I asked.“No, but they said we were right to bring ‘im in.”I touched Bill’s face. The heat was apparent. His eyes didn’t even flutter.The doctor stepped into the curtained area. “You’re...”“His wife.”I noted the raised eyebrow. I know I barely look like a teen, much less somebody married to Bill.“Okay. Mizz Simon.”“See-moan,” I corrected.“Ah, yes, Cajuns ... Mizz Simon,”.
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