"Let's see... as I recall, it was the nightbefore last. You and your buddies came in. You wanted to get sometattoos. We agreed. You all got matchi...g ones on your right shoulder."I nodded my head to his right shoulder, "But you decided that wasn'tenough."You were looking at my private collection of books while I was giving'Damien' his tat. When it was all done you demanded I give you thatcrazy tattoo, and I said it would cost extra." You said you didn't care,and then you said you wanted it. My somewhat frizzy shoulder-length brown hair was freshly washed and dried. I could feel tears welling in my light brown eyes. I was wearing a bathrobe and panties and nothing else. Well, there was some eye makeup and nail polish and a little jewellery, but nothing else that you could call clothing. The belt on my bathrobe was untied and if he looked down, he would see right between my 36Bs to my white, semi-sheer panties and right on down my freshly shaved legs to my freshly painted toenails.. His lips tighten as he pulls back. My cock pulls from his mouth, looking pale against the tan of his face. I push forward again. His tongue slides against the backside of my cock, smooth, stroking. My hips are working, rocking against that tight mouth. My fingers are latched into his hair as I assault that mouth. His lips suck and pull at me as I thrust in, plundering, pushing against the back of his throat. I hold tight and feel the squeeze from the sides and the pressure on my head. I ache. It never even crossed my mind what another possibility of the sound was, till I heard a follow-up:"Oh fuck yes!!!"The scream nearly made me deaf, that's how loud and intense it was. I realized my father was in there with a woman not my mother; which didn't surprise me, since the two hated each other. But still, the scream sounded a bit familiar, so I decided to approach and see who the mystery slut was.Too young to be his thirty-something secretary... Too high-pitched to be our smoky-voiced and.