I’d been ignoring her and talking as if she wasn’t listening to us discuss her. I felt it was an important lesson for her to learn since she’d i...terrupted me a couple of months ago when this had first begun - to complain that she could hear me. Now that she was an object, she didn’t get to have that freedom. She still occasionally reacted to things I said although I’d been keeping an eye on her and this time she’d listened calmly.“Good point, Phil. Get out of the car, Honey,” I ordered my wife.. I had stayed close to him, shooting him glances every now and again. He pointed to a fallen tree.“Bend over, legs apart.”His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. The rough surface didn't bother me at all, as I bent over the trunk, legs spread as far as I could manage.“That's a good bitch”, Smiling he climbed over the tree, stood in front of me. “Do you want my cock?”“Yes”, I nearly panted. He unbuttoned his jeans, let them fall to the ground. I licked my lips, stretched forward, to taste his. You have permission twice to do this; that is a little unusual."Kennedy smiled. "Good! If you'd said no, I was going to open my purse and start pulling out stacks of money until you agreed. My stepfather and I have had a falling out and in eight and a half months, the money stops. In the meantime, I have no compunctions about spending it."The coach held out her hand. "Cynthia Beason." Kennedy." Come along, Miss Kennedy." Kennedy is fine. Just plain Kennedy. Miss Kennedy makes me think my tutor. She dutifully does as she's told and crawls off the bed, kneeling right in front of him. She immediately puts her mouth on his black dick, looking up at him as she begins to enthusiastically worship it.She moans softly over the tip, moving her head around, up and down and in a slight circular motion, her lips moving all over the head of his cock while she rubs his balls with her right hand. "Yeah, jus' like dat... Aaahhh." He exhales in pleasure. "Suck daddy's dick, girl." He groans under his.