"Suck it hard, you faggot!" She suddenly growled. "Take it deeper, bitch..." Those words made me feel aroused and then I tried harder to please her.As...I worked feverishly on this huge rubber erection standing out from her lace panties, Anita smiled in approval and lovingly caressed the back of my head.I gagged and tried to pull my mouth off of her cock, but she gripped the back of my neck."Did I tell you to stop sucking?" She asked, slapping my face.She pushed my head back down on her cock. As. “I had forgotten that you have a Nobel Prize winner in your family,” Bess said.“He’s my biological father,” Betsy said.“He is?” Bess asked.It was hard to believe that this hyperactive woman was the child of a Nobel Prize winner. She just didn’t seem intelligent enough to have that in her genetics.“I’m really proud of him. He’s a very smart and thoughtful man. He’s a lot of fun, although not as much fun as Daddy Ed.”Bess said, “I met your father, Ed Biggers. He doesn’t strike me as a fun person. She was highly successful and had developed almost arrogant confidence as a result. It was a frustrating yet seductive combination.You’ve always adored a confident woman and Cate was no exception.Sinking further into the comfort of your big chair and your quiet office, you let your thoughts wander a little further as you contemplate the woman behind the client.The first time you had met with her, just over five months ago now, you were instantly attracted to her. You had done your research. I said ok and what kind of drink is that orange and red drink? The bartender said that's a tequila sunrise so I said I want one of those drink and this was the first time a man ever wanted to buy me anything. So I got up and walk and down to the other end of the bar and I sit next to this much older white man who had just bought me this drink. and I don't remember what we was talking about maybe it was the tequila sunrise and I didn't like the taste of liquor any way but the orange juice sure.