My cum on her face was now mixed with tears. I looked back at Mr. Clark, whose tighty-whities were bulging. His hands were slowly massaging his cock ...o life in his underwear. Then, he took it out. It was giant. No joke, it had to be at least 9 inches, and it wasnt even fully hard yet. Evelyn made an audible gulp. Mr. Clark started stroking his cock, making grunting noises in the back of his throat. Now fuck, he said. Huh? You heard what I said, fuck him, you dirty slut! Mr. Clarks whisper. “Our son ... or daughter,” I reminded her, which made her giggle.“Yes, that, too ... but just so you know, I’m already ... with child. Yours, of course. Not that I haven’t put out for others, but at a certain time, I briefly dropped them to ensure that you bred me. I resumed after my missed period made me suspicious that I was knocked up and my pregnancy test confirmed it. I’m gonna love making babies with you ... lots of them ... and lots with any other man that you designate! Your Jinn has. But we’re not supposed to be talking about Clarissa. Or the company.”She gave me another of those half-smiles then looked away.“So what happened?”“From the start, right?”“From the start.”“Daddy took me to the match on Saturday. I don’t much like football but he said it’s what everyone does and it would help me fit in. After the game, he took me to that social club—”“The Vic.”“Yeah. That one. There was a celebration party because they won the game. He wanted me to meet some of the players and. I don't need a prince in shining armor to come to my rescue. Just because I was raped by my own daddy..." She stopped from anger or some other emotion.I was stunned for a moment then is said, "That's not what I meant and totally not why I asked."I think she was going to argue even more until my stomach started to growl.I looked down and shuffled my feet as I said, "I only had a small breakfast, and I skipped lunch. I was working my way through an excuse so as not to seem rude. So I thought.