I was fucked.I cried for I dunno how long. Finally I heard the lock and he came in. He was carrying some kind of whip, one of those things people use ...n horses when they race. A crop.“It’s time for you to stop crying, and learn how I expect you to serve me,” he said, or something just about as crazy. I just stared at him. I knew what was next and sure enough he pulled his arm with the whip back to hit me. I jumped up, and said, “Okay!” and he went to the closet. He opened it and took out a. I note they are both very chatty today, and flirty, and when 4 o’clock comes around Janet appears with two cups of coffee and handing one to my father, sits in the chair opposite my father, his desk between them. From my camera angle, Janet has her back to me, but she is cupping her mug in both hands as they chatter away about various drunken nights out they’ve had with colleagues in the industry. Eventually the chatter becomes more personal and Dad starts asking Janet about her husband. Janet. She just gulped and smiled. She sat on me for nearly ten minutes, telling me that she had been employed in Vegas for a while, then spent a few years in North Carolina, moved to Kansas and finally back here, which was home when she had been a kid. She had been married twice but also divorced twice and she was currently looking for a lover who would appreciate her assets.I told her that I knew of at least three that I truly appreciated... her hot soft pussy and her two beautiful titties. She. “Hey,” she breathed calmly.Dante smiled at her, one corner of his mouth higher than the other, almost smirking at her.“What’s up?” Angel inquired, unsure as to what the man wanted.“Let me buy you a drink,” he replied, cocking his head in the direction of the bar.Angel’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. What was his intention? Just because he had insisted on her own pleasures before his own during sex, meant nothing. He still paid for sex. He still invested in this life. The life that resulted in.