My pulse slammed into overdrive as I imagined all those delicious satin treasures closeted away in the Back Room. The walls seemed to flash by in a st...obing montage of frames, prints, and fashion illustrations.The Back Room was a spacious, two-level extension with picture windows, spotlights and high ceilings. It was festooned with pot plants, drawing tables, dressing torsos and sewing machines. Mum used it as both a design studio and a reception area when she was meeting with clients. It was a. I couldn’t hold back any longer.I grabbed Matt from behind, ripped the towel off from him, span him around, fell to my knees and started to suck his cock. It was great to taste him again. Matt moaned with pleasure as I worked his cock with my mouth and tongue. Matt leaned against the wall, his hand forcing my head back and forth.“That’s it, oh man, you fucking suck great.” Matt moaned.I was tonguing the head of his cock, I could taste his pre-cum. It’s at that time I noticed Boss, he was. Her pussy was flooded with juice. He pushed deeper and harder into her mouth. Then his cock started to push into her throat. It made her gag but she did not want this to stop. Then he pushed even deeper in his excitement and she started to squirm. He head was spinning but then he let go and she allowed the cock to slip from her mouth. She was breathing hard from both the physical strain and sexual arousal."Would you eat my pussy?" She asked as she sat back and could feel her spit and his. ” She paused for a moment, “Of course, as soon as she started talking it was, ‘Daddy did this to me’ and ‘Daddy did that to me’ and then ‘when I told Daddy I was going to set Pete on him, Daddy lost it and punched and kicked me until I couldn’t feel anything anymore’.”“I bet that was a shock all around,” Peter said, “I presume no one had any idea it was him that attacked her?”“No, of course not. I assumed when Gerald spoke about Bob Porter’s trial, that it was him. He was always a truculent.