Black thigh boots with a three inch heel completed the outfit. I figured girl didn’t need panties or stockings since it was after all a Saturday. I ...ad thought to dress her a little more conservatively then reconsidered. I didn’t want to tip our hand to any corporate spies that may decide to work today. I wanted the bad men to keep wanting her as much as I do.After girl left the house, I had a second cup of coffee while dad drank a glass of orange juice.“There are a few things we need to. One night was shared a hotel room in Hamburg and over a bottle of wine I suggested to her she let Mark fuck her, she laughed in my face and told me, she preferred to have him panting for her.Poor Mark did pant, right up until her wedding night, he was devastated, but as fate has a way of balancing the playing field, both the bride and groom, passed out on the wedding night, thanks to their love of booze.I was leaving the hotel, and decided to call in on their room to say goodbye, and found the. I told her we both used them on each other and she seemed to like that response. But with that I couldn't take any more and I could feel the load building up in my balls ready to burst. Suddenly I lifted myself up with my arms off the chair like I was sitting on a hot potato and let go as the cum started to shoot down my leg. I moaned out loud then flopped back down in the chair leaning my head back then looking back up at her I quickly said, “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to do that…!” She stood up. She applied a balm to the slaves lips with the lightest of touch, then without warning hooked two fingers into either side of Krissy’s mouth, spreading open lips and pulling outward simultaneously. Donna slid back just enough to give the girl room to work on the slave, watched Krissy have to open her hooked mouth wide to prevent split of lip. The hollow of mouth and throat lay open, just like her eyes. Krissy had no choice but to accept, to take as Donna wished, to refuse no offering. The.