Take off the fucking clothes. Do it NOW!"Trembling, I slipped the shirt off and fumbled for the snap to my shorts while Daddy shooed King out and clos...d the door. "Look at you," he said, "not even wearing underwear. You are such a fucking slut. But we'll fix that. Yes, we'll fix you good little girl."It was then that I saw what the belt was really for. He came toward me quickly, anger and sick lust marking his face. "Naked little slut. Dirty whore. I'll teach you. I'll show you what happens to. .”“Waah kya mast naam hai… Archu…. To kya sirf naam hi dogi..?”“Aur kya chhahiye apko?” she asked laughingly“Archu ki chuchi chhaiye….” I replied“Acha ji…. aisa kya pasand aya apko muj me?? Mein to kahan itni sundar hoon…” she asked teasingly“Wo to milo to batao…”“Kahan??” she asked“Meri car me… adhe ghante mein??”“Ok par koi problem to nahi hogi na??” she asked“Nahi bus tum aa ja na parking mein… ”“Ok” she said“Ek problem hai par” I said to tease her“Kya??” she said“Condomn nahi hai mere pass”. With surprising strength he levered her ass up of the chair and swiftly pulled down her panties. She was glad she for some reason decided to shave while her husband slept the night before her trip, she would have to tell him she did it for him.....or would she?Her handsome saviour showed that his expertise with the human body was in the carnal arts as well. His tongue and mouth manipulated her dripping quim in exquisite fashion. He explored her sex in its entirety, licking and sucking her. Saturday and Sunday night were frantic as we clawed and groped each other during every private moment. Mark kept asking me about the four boys in the car; how I got there, how they got me to show my tits and pussy, what their names were and every other detail he could think of. I answered all of his questions as best as I could recall from my "dream." He was really getting off on the story and to be perfectly honest, so was I.MARK' STORYI had become virtually useless at work. I couldn't keep.