"We already knew he had me traced as part of a greater search." Read the second page," she told me in a shaky voice. "Oh god, what sort of a rotten, e...il no good..." Her voice trailed off.I turned to the second page and read, "The laboratory results came back positive, just as you surmised. You and the subject definitely have a shared paternity. The hair samples we obtained from subject, Charles Victor Harwood are close enough a match there is only a .004% chance for error."As to whom his birth. I grabbed my ankles and kept my eyes focused on their feet. God, what did they have in mind? I saw Harry walk around to my ass and felt his fingers explore it. Wow, he had big hands and fingers! For once, the old wives' tales were right about the correlation sizes of cocks, hands, and feet. Then again, they had been wrong with my ex. At least when it came to that, Harry wasn't a disappointment."Is your ass clean, slave girl?" Harry inquired."Yes," I replied.I felt several sharp SMACKS hit my. After taking a sip, he sat back and said, "That was nice."Denise had been waiting for him to say something to her about her refusal. She crossed her arms and said, "Well? Aren't you going to say something?" Like what?" Dale asked."That you're going to kick me out of the program for not sucking you off," Denise answered."No one said that you had to do it every time I asked," Dale said."I was wondering how long it would take you to say no and mean it," Susan said with a smile."Huh?" Denise said. I took my index finger and began to push it inside of her pussy, as I continued to work on her clit. Soon I was pumping my finger in and out of her quickly as my tongue flicked across her once again hardening clit. She reached down and began to push my face off of her vagina.“Wait baby, please, not yet.” she cried out.She sat up quickly and pulled her tee shirt off, revealing her small, firm breasts, throwing her shirt to the floor. She reached over and unbuttoned my pants, sliding the zipper.