The city restaurants and bistros were island after island of colourful extravagance. The public displays of happiness and exuberance managed to ressur...ct everybody's spirit and I made sure the girls' memories of the preceding incident were clouded and unimportant. Neither of them had received any physical damage and it was a short matter to repair Amy's ripped dress. They only knew they had had a fabulously arousing evening. Eventually we got back onto the main route and I drove towards home. I. "Daddy, I?m bored." I pouted. "Let?s gave some fun. Let?s gosomewhere." Shut the fuck up, bitch."He told me that a lot.I didn?t mind. I was used to it by now. I was used him telling me I wasa dumb white bitch (it reminded me of Ritchie P., back in the day?seeThe Inverted Girl 1). I was used to him treating me like a child. Andtelling me what to do. It just sort of reinforced how I already sawmyself. A stupid bitch with a big fat ass that people liked to use.Smile, bitch.Shake it, bitch.Do what. Rubbing slowly..sliding herself higher higher twisting up my vagina. Hot kisses. Licks touch,of flame between my thigh..as her mouth fell to my vagina and she began suckling..long and hard. Suckling my vagina hard.pulling me into her massaging my inner thigh in hot steam storm.’ Silence’ as the caress grew darker.deep. Deepthroating me hard.* for what seemed hours. ( as she gave me hot wicked oral sex) for hours.her lips hot against my skin. Pinching me with hot kiss. And licks.fingering me. He had a thick grey moustache and reminded me of a Mario Brother. “Sorry. I think I left my phone.” I tapped my non-existent pockets; the universal signal of having misplaced something. “I think I left it on his desk. I’m so sorry.”“S’alright, love,” the driver said, indicating off again, “we can go back.”“Are you sure? Thank you. Sorry to be a pain in the arse.”“It’s no problem.”I sank back into the heated seat, mortified by my chauffeur drive of shame, longing to be on the couch with Claire.