Still the silence lust that Jody and I had for one another would not stay hidden for very long. After a long and taxing day at work I came home bone ...ired. Like most days I made it home before Jody. I decided that since I had the apartment to myself that I would relaxes by pouring a glass of wine and running myself a hot relaxing bath. The one good thing about that little apartment is that it had a great big bathtub. It was one of these old sank in tub, and it was an easy fit for two. I had. That was the beginning of what turned out to be daily blow jobs. After the fourth deal, he suggested a celebration for the new found success of his business. My wife suggested he come to our house for drinks and go from there. He knew that I approved of the daily blow jobs. So my wife put on some sexy lingerie and greeted him at the door. We pored him a drink and she sat down next to him, spread her legs open with one leg across his and pleaded for him to kiss her and play with her pussy. She. “Get back to your job, Slave. Your MasterDaddy hasn’t given you a break. And try a stunt like that and Daddy’s gonna pull out the Sharpie and write “Bad Girl" on your pretty back.” I snapped back to reality, the reality of cleaning my MasterDaddy’s kitchen floor with a toothbrush and ignored the drumbeat in my pussy and my mouth that yearned to be filled with Daddy’s precious treasure. I’m not sure how much time passed before Daddy did call break and allowed me to take Daddy’s hard cock inside. " I'm upstairs," she yelled down."What are you doing up there," I heard a mans voice downstairs ask her."It's your birthday and I have a surprise for you, come on up and help yourself, it's waiting for you on the bed," Let me know if you have any trouble unwrapping it and I'll help you," she laughed.Then she picked up the dirty panties lying on the floor. She then scrunched them up and shoved them in my mouth. As I watched her, she moved over to her bedside cabinet. She reached inside her.