I think I could hear the smile in his face and I wanted to run to him right at that minute. Knowing that, that would be a bad idea I stay put, listeni...g intently. Well, I dont trust you around my daughter not after what I saw! So please stay away from her and my house! Very well Mrs. What my mom saw, was only damien embracing me. But in her defense theres a lot more than just a few hugs going on between Damien and I, she suspects but has no confirmation. Mothers intuition and all. I lace up my. And I won't give a shit." She said tapping my clit harder. Gripping the stone floor I pushed back against the man inside of me as hard as I could, slamming him in and out. I wanted the pain. "You're a fucking bimbo, Sharmuta - you've always been one. Only good for fucking and sucking. Understand this... I don't care what you want, whore - you're a slave now. A real one. You're going to get fucked by men that only see you as a cum dump and nothing else."With that, I couldn't take it anymore and. I wouldput on a tank top or sweat shirt and some jeans or shorts and my whiteKeds sneakers. After clearing away Sarah's breakfast plates and startingher shower, I would get to work.Some of the big projects I've tackled on Wednesdays include shampooing allof the carpets in the house, polishing the wood cabinet fronts in thekitchen, scrubbing the tile floors in the all the bathrooms (we have fourof them!), and polishing the silver, to name a few. Twice a year, I bundleup Sarah's summer and winter. I placed my sweater on my lap to hide my hand as it slid between the fabric of my blouse and skirt, and on top of my lycra and velvet front v-string panty. I pushed the fabric just a bit into my now soaking hole, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as I continued reading with lust.“Your drink Melissa,” Nick interrupted, with a sly look on his face.“Oh,” I stammered, trying to gain my composure. “Thank you so much.” As I was afraid it would be too obvious to slide my hand out of my skirt, I set.