. 'unhealthy'.As with any red blooded male these thoughts focussed on the women thatsurrounded him daily - his female colleagues on the shop floor, be...indthe deli counter etc but mainly the checkout 'girls' and most of allSusan the Checkout Manager and Mrs Ramsay - the Store Manager. However,his desires were not of the expected lust to bend any one of thestunning checkout girls over their till, lift their skirts and give thema good seeing to.No, in that scenario he would dream of being that. "What, if you don't mind me asking, was Craig disappointed about?"Tiffany glanced at her mother and again stared in silence for a long minute. She was deciding just how frank to be with her mom. She, with the help of the alcohol, decided to tell all. "He said I gave shitty blow jobs," she blurted before chickening out."Oh!" Lisa replied, not expecting the frankness."He loved blow jobs, Mom, and he was constantly nagging me to blow him. I tried, Mom. I really tried, but I had never done that. He deleted the last line.He typed ‘Sorry’ and hit send. Stupid, what was he sorry about? The message he hadn’t sent? He put the phone down and walked away from it, leaving it on the table out of reach.It was half an hour before his phone pinged. He’d walked around the garden three times, had another coffee, figured out how he could suspend Candy from the hoist and cane her like he did the girl at Mistress’s place, felt bad about that, decided not to be angry, then was angry, then not angry, and. “We can always go upstairs, Master,” Cherry offered sweetly.“No, I want to try out Taffy and teach her to be a good little cocksucker. That is what you wanted, isn’t it, Taffy?” he asked my sister.“Yes, Master,” Taffy grunted from the floor. She was down at our feet, silently slurping my father’s big toe.“I hope you suck a cock better than you do a toe because you are boring. If you ever did want to charge twenty-five bucks for what you are doing, it better include a shoeshine and an extra pair.