‘No, but you are.’ ‘Shit,’ Torrie said. ‘I’ve got to get going. Listen guys, I appreciate the concern. Just don’t give up on me yet. I�...ll figure something out.’ She headed out the door and down the street to the Kwik-E-Mart where her graveyard shift was about to begin. ‘I wish I knew what was going on in that girl’s mind,’ Rachel muttered when Torrie was out of sight. ————- —————————- Two o’clock the next morning . . . ————- —————————- It had been another incredibly boring shift. But Torrie. ”Without a word, Roger shed his robe as did she and they wrapped up together and sipped their vin. She put her head on his shoulder and whispered, “This was one of my favorite things to do here.”Roger maneuvered his arm around her shoulder but his hand dropped to her breast as he was doing so. He pulled it away when he realized where it was. Miriam murmured, “It’s OK. I like that. May I touch you?”This tactile interchange had already stimulated him and her hand found a nicely swollen body part. I kept trying to push the memory of last night out of my mind but I couldn’t. I was still so mad at him for having the power to hurt me and give me this much pleasure. I raised my ass to him to take in even more of his dick. It always feels so good inside of me. He gripped my hips and went even deeper inside of my wetness.“Do you like daddy’s dick?!” he asked me as he moaned. “Yes!” I moaned. “Do you love daddy?!” I felt tears well up in my eyes as I choked on my “Yes!” He began to thrust even. The same clerk was at the counter. He smiled, well, leered actually, and asked, "Did you wear them other ones out?"Blake smiled and answered congenially, "No, I gave those to my other slave. So I needed another set for this bitch."I was aware of the men in the store gathering around to stare at my exposed breasts and the bottom of my butt cheeks which were peeking out from under my skirt. Karen was standing several feet away and watching with a look on her face that could only be interpreted as.