You're not getting this today." The slut put a hand to her cheek and tears formed in her eyes, not from the slap but from being told "no". Daddy went ...o slut 4, a slim one with a cap of wheat-colored curls and bright blue eyes, a few freckles over her nose and tits. I smiled to myself, thinking Daddy had made a very good choice. This slut was a tough little bitch, a masochist who would eagerly take all Daddy could dish out and still beg for more through her tears. She was also the most. She might be on her last nerve, and you could slide in under the radar, to get a date for some yummy make-her-feel-all-better time, later. You could get lucky. Not that I knew what that was like, but I'd heard guys say stuff like that.So, when I saw a woman in an orange pullover shirt, I mustered up every ounce of suave and debonair I had in me and said "Excuse me. Do you work here?"Yup. That's me. Apparently the needle for my suave and debonair tank is banging on empty. That's the best I could. "***"Come in Junior, through here," said Sally as he followed her into the room.She poured the drinks and they sat down, Junior was very close, she could feel the heat emanating from his thigh and her pussy began to get wet. She wondered what a black cock would look like, she had heard stories about black cocks but just dismissed them as fantasy.A couple of hours alter Sally was a little tipsy, she took Juniors hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom. He stood behind her and fondled her tits,. .I take a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket and open it with a bang. You have just about recovered yourself and cross to join me, your top still open and half off your shoulders allowing your breasts to poke out of the undone bra. You take your glass and kiss me softly. Then you down the contents of your flute in one swift movement and give me a big grin. I laugh and move to pour you some more. As I do so you move in behind me and begin to undo my shirt. I feel your nails moving down my.