‘Smack!' a little harder this time, stinging just a little on the wet skin of my pussy and making me gasp."Cum now, I said!" he demanded. Then he sl...pped it hard and yelled at me, "You will cum when I fucking tell you to whore!"It hurt and my pussy must have looked a little red but it was working, I was moaning in pleasure and writhing on the bed, my whole body felt like it was on fire. Then a succession of hard, fast slaps on my stinging pussy."Cum slut! Cum, you fucking whore!" he screamed at. I felt him grab me by the hips and pull me up so that I was kneeling on all fours with all Mustafas eggs stuffed on all fours. He pushed me up the kaftan so my ass was exposed. What a sight he said as my suspender belt and nylon stockings looked. I felt his hands begin to knead my ass cheeks and then slowly pulled apartI hear a throat clear and feel the next moment Baba's spit drills my hole.His fingers circled around the wet hole which made me even hornier. I was sucking Mustafa's hanger and. I can feel the lubrication between my legs as I step in to the car for my short drive up to your office. The two minute drive is ample time to relive the feeling of your cum down my throat as you fucked my face while I sat in your office chair the last time I visited. I walk in to your office locking the door behind me and covering the window with blackout paper. "Get on your knees" I demand as you are startled by my presence. I push the bench over to the door, climb on top in a wide legged. "What is your name?" I asked."Marlene Heston," she said."And who is the man?" I inquired."Dale Tremont, my step-father," she said.Argh, a domestic dispute. Just what I need. "Why did he assault you?"She said nothing."I've called for the police and an ambulance," I said. "He assaulted you. I witnessed the assault. You can press charges and make them stick."She shook her head. "I won't do that," she said."Fine by me. I'll press the assault charge, then," I said."Fucking bitch!" the man yelled..