'Younever know, I bet you'll love them!' she'd said in order to ease myuncertainty a few weeks after she'd started feeding me those pills and mychest ...ad begun to soften.She was right. I could get used to working for Irma, with her otherattendants. Irma's establishment was established years ago for women,but also for men. For women as a beauty parlor and for men as a placewhere they too can find the kinds of satisfaction women can provide.There were always far more "assistants" and private. Chuckling, Garret pushed her to a sitting position and pulled her shirt over her head. Leaning back down, he unhooked the clasp on her bra and slid it down off her arms. With a hard kiss, he pushed her back on the bed and reached for her feet, lifting her boot to his chest. While he worked on the laces, she studied his beautiful body. Her eyes roamed from his work hardened chest to his six pack abs and lower across his straining erection peeking out of the top of his underwear to his beautiful. No barrier seemed to be in the way as the huge cock slipped through her mouth, over her gullet and deep down her throat. The deep throating had produced a massive amount of saliva which pooled around dad's groin and on the sheet between dad's legs. Her face, neck and chest were covered in her slippery drool. Her eyes were closed. She seemed determined to keep going forever, up and down, right to the very base of his shaft, then tipping over the base to bury her nose in his balls.Alison was. ’ Bridget pressed. Swallowing, suddenly realizing how tenuous her place here could be, Lacie nodded. ‘I won’t be.’ ‘Good.’ ‘What did he do?’ ‘Do?’ Bridget asked, confused. ‘What did he do to Heather, to punish her? For being late?’ Bridget hesitated. ‘He said that he was disappointed in her.’ ‘That’s it?’ Lacie raised an eyebrow is surprise, her egg laden fork pausing halfway to her mouth. Bridget set her tablet down and sighed. ‘If you’ve ever seen the love in that man’s eyes, if you’ve ever.