Thompson berated me, humiliated me, made me feel like a worthless whore, today he read the paper while I sucked his cock. I wanted his attention. I mo...ned, I bobbed me head up and down, I even slid my mouth off his old cock and whipped my hair around a few times. But still no reaction.I was angry, frustrated, humiliated, so I stopped. I climbed on top of Mr. Thompson to show him I was more important than the paper. I took his hard old cock deep inside my smooth pussy, shaved fresh that day for. Proctor was going to get an order from the judge tohave me undergo some kind of independent psychological exam by aspecialist. When Dad got the news, he called me on my cell phone. Finally, asympathetic voice! I blurted out everything: Margaret, Ms. Proctor,the Dainty and Delicate pills, the girl's swimsuit - everything. Heseemed really confused and incredulous, but assured me that thespecialist would take care of everything. I breathed a huge sigh ofrelief. Dad asked to speak to Mom, and I. It was a quick glimpse, and she giggled as she covered back up. “I guess I didn’t say what I was trimming, did I?” Gloria caught me completely off guard with her little game of peekaboo, but I wasn’t complaining. I always thought she had a cute little body. She dropped her robe, standing in front of me in the nude. Her hands wandered down to her hairy pussy, where she gently tugged on her pubic hairs, staring at me for a reaction. I gazed at her tight naked body, licking my lips as I returned a. My father was a hateful man who did nothing but rant racist bullshit whenever a person of non white origin stopped in for repairs at his garage. My father was two faced, he was nice as could be to everyone face to face but the minute the repairs were done and they were gone the shit poured out, Why don't those spics, niggers, asians all go back to their own countries." I could never understand why my father was so hateful after all the white people stole america from the indians.Never having.