"Put your hands behind your back slut," he ordered. "You better cum for me you little whore." He barked his order at me. "That's right dad, you tell t...e filthy little cunt. You fill that cunt up with your cum dad and then I am going to clean it out, come on dad, fill her up for your little girl, fill that filthy little whore cunt." I was just a toy for them. I toy for their game. Something to be used. And I loved it. I wanted his cum in me and I wanted to feel her tongue lick it out of me while. He pulls out the contract she signed, hesitates, and turns to leave. ‘Wait!’ she yells, a little to loudly. She turns to the desk and leans across it reaching back to pull her skirt up over her shapely ass. She looks at the frosted glass panel next to her door and swears it is transparent, certain that the whole office can see her lewdly displayed. He steps up and strokes her ass, as he nudges her feet wider. She feels the cold jelly plug as it contacts her wet pussy. He begins to rub it up and. By 7am I was finished made sure my brogans were clean, went to the back porch, washed my face and hands, then went in the back door, There was a loud conversation going on about me, Jerry was saying I am going fishing on the Altamaha river with George, I want you to take Donnie in to town get him a hair cut before he has to pay dog tax, then to Sears or JC Penny for underware and some other stuff he wants. Keep track of what you spend on the boy. Marie said damn it Jerry, I wanted to go over to. Yes ... Of course ... Yes. Saturday. 19 Queen Street. It says 'Hollister – Eyre.' No. I'm serious. My fiance's father is Gordy Hollister ... Calm down ... Okay. Do you know where Green Gourmet is? On King? Okay. 15 minutes." She looked at me. "Get re-dressed, we're meeting Gordy. He's quite excited." I'll bet."Gordy was already waiting. A year younger that I was; about the same height. "You must be Patrick, I know that's Rachel." Too right, Gordy." We clasped hands."I'm really glad to meet.