You are happy with things here, I’m not working you too much, am I? Angela stood in the middle of Jack’s office, gripping her hands nervously. ‘...es, everything is well. You are giving me enough work to keep me busy, Sir.’ ”Sir’ is for my father. You can call me Jack, Angela. I’m just asking because I noticed you were packing some files in your bag.’ Moving her hands apart, she began to run them over her skirt repeatedly. ‘I like to make sure I have all the right information for the editors,. I had an MBA, but it might as well have stood for Master of the Bullshit Arts for all the respect it won me from him."Now, Dad," I said. "You know that sales have increased 75% since I came on board." That's just the upturn in the economy," he grumbled."What upturn in the economy?" I inquired sweetly. But I already knew that it wouldn't do any good to appeal to reason. Not with Daddy. Most of his brains are located... well, lets just say a little farther to the south than you'd normally expect. Usually Skip went to sleep with his cock buried in Jenny's cunt from behind, and the two of them would remain coupled all night, waking periodically to fuck themselves to a climax. He fucked her in the morning before school, fucked her before dinner, and fucked her before the two of them went to bed to fuck some more. She was never able to get enough of her twin brother's huge, rock-hard cock, and he was never able to get enough of her tight, super- juicy cunt.But Skip wasn't the only person to. “Oh ah…wu..”, she moaned as I sucked her pointed nipple.“Do you like me sucking your boobs?”, I looked up at her eyes and asked.“Yes, da. Suck them”, her eyes were full of lust.I sucked her boobs again.“Aaah”, she cried out when I pinched her nipple.“Da, don’t be so hard”“Don’t you like it?” I asked.“Wu.. like it”, she answered.I kissed down toward her tummy. Her pussy was already flowing. The bed sheet under her was already wet.“I am going to lick your pussy dry,” I promised.“Ooh”, she.