I continued (a little worried now). “whore”. She smiled and in that moment, I truly realized I could do and say what I wanted to her. So, while fu...king her I leaned in, looked her straight in the eyes and told her she was a fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and held them down above her head with one hand and brought my other hand to her tit, then pinched her nipple hard and called her a fucking whore again. She gasped, and I lay on top of her and got my other hand to her other breast and. I then took out my long blonde wig and put it on brushing it to perfection. Oh my, I was so excited, I was leaking like a little faucet. I went back downstairs to my den grabbing the little black dress pulling it up my skinny white body, the Lycra dress stretching to the form of the bra, my hips, and hugging my upper thighs and showing off my tight little ass. I then went to the black high heels, four inch spikes. I slipped my fishnet covered feet into the high heels, one at a time. I stood up. About twenty before four o’clock, there was a light knock on the door as Sophia opened the connecting door and walked into my suite.She had a pretty smile. She wasn’t as dark skinned as many Indians and could have almost passed as Italian with her dark hair and dark eyes. She had large full breasts. She wasn’t fat at all but did have a nice body that wasn’t just skin and bones. Overall, she was a very attractive young woman.She sat quietly as I made some notes and then put everything away. When. He knew he had to punish them for it somehow and tried to think how. David moved from the kitchen to his study and got a bit of reading done. A few hours later he heard the girls in the kitchen. He got up and headed for the kitchen, bracing himself for the fight.“Good morning girls,” David said with a smile, “or should I say good afternoon.” The girls were both wearing short pool dresses and eating a bowl of low carb cereal with skim milk.“Morning daddy” they said in unison and went back to.