"That's right. What are you? What kind of girl are you?" There is no hesitation. She knows the answer, somewhere, deep down. "I am a slut!" "You are ... slut. A filthy, filthy slut. Turn around. Get down on your knees." She does. "Unzip my pants. Take my cock out." She does. My cock is erect, especially in her warm hands. I guide my cock to her mouth. She opens her mouth and slobbers it. I grab her by the hair and pull her hair back. I fuck her mouth, her tongue like a slipping slide. Her head. Daddy loves a white trailertrash look. Someone knocks, and then opens my door, with a key!!'Slut? You home, slut?!' Daddy J yells as he plops down on my coach and pulls out his veiny member. I walk out, clinking in the heels, as dolled up and he just looks at me with his old man smile and yells' YES!', and rubshimself even harder.'Daddy', I said, 'I'm having company real quick'.He just smiles and stokes and goes, 'Oh yeah? So you better be real quick with this, huh?''Yes, Daddy'. 'Show me your. We can use the business." Are we OK?" When I bought this last plant, I bought the best equipment that existed. It can do almost twice the capacity, as the machines in Florida and Texas. I didn't want anyone to catch me flat-footed again as they did in Texas. The machines cost a bunch, and now with the smaller orders from the box stores I might have to close the factory here in Florida, and just use the two larger plants." How long do I have to make this happen? I don't want you to lay people. I wish I didn’t try and get wasted. The room was spinning after the slap to the face, and I passed out in tears, Dave trying to perk me up. I was crying, I threw shit across the room, and tidied up and cleaned until I crashed on the floor.- - -Hung over as hell, I woke up and rubbed my temples to find some relief. Dave was talking on his phone to some girl. He looked cheerful and happy. I could barely breathe without something hurting. My face still tingled from the bash, and I didn’t.