Call it love or lust, I would rather call it an happy blend of both.I hugged her and started kissing all over her face and bit her lips little hard. I...started kissing all over neck as she guided my hand to her boobs. I went deep down kissing all through her cleavage. I pulled her T-shirt and gave a look at her boobs. She was wearing a red coloured bra. She lifted her hands up without me asking for it. I removed her t-shirt and her track pants in no time.I made her sit on a chair near her study. It was not hard yet.“Suck that black cock, you little married bitch…” He ordered me, in a soft but firm tone.My cunt immediately got soaking wet. It was the right sign that I wanted that cock; that huge black cock…I leaned in and almost instinctively kissed and licked up and down his enormous shaft. He moaned softly, as my tongue licked and lapped at that massive piece of steel rod.I felt intoxicated; light headed and lost in black cock lust. I felt his hand on my head, pulling my mouth away. 'Suck it Mariel, good girl', and as I was encouraged something deep within my being told me something was not quite right, but as daddy was walking off into the distance, I had no option other than to do as he instructed, so my tongue and lips, felicitated his fat digit, until he ventured deeper, under my dress.I sat open legged and open mouthed, the later providing saliva, which in turn opened my vaginal entrance, where his fat digit alternated between both orifices, an intriguing process, as. After a year Brad decided to get a lawyer. He searched around for a lawyer who would work cheap and on contingency. Carl was just starting out and was struggling like Brad. At the first meeting Brad explained the situation while Carl listened. After Brad finished, Carl grinned and told him that he would be able to get much more that the conglomerate owed him. The construction company could sue for "loss of use of funds." Carl explained that even though the conglomerate was not disputing that.