He made a comment about having a friend, clearly to a girl he had with him and then started talking to his friend again. They were talking about skiin... holidays and how hard it is to transport girls. The night went on like that. The occasional grope or pinch and lots of bragging matches thinly disguised as polite conversation. All while two girls were cooked alive and others were strung up as decoration.After some time she heard the clinking of the glass again. As the crowd settled in their. ... suck your daddy's cock ... oh my God, Teresa, you're fucking......!" At which point, I was staring, I couldn't help it, a jet of semen shot out across the bed onto his towel!I backed away. Quickly and quietly. I was sweating, I padded back to my own room and slid into bed. My dad was getting off on fantasies of Kali – and of ME - of Teresa, that is, he was imagining sex with....! It didn't bear thinking about. But I did think about it. As something of a cock expert, I've seen quite a few,. After some time, he caught hold of my head and kept just his dick head in mouth and said “Don’t waste even a single drop otherwise punishment will be twenty spankings”He took hold of my head firmly and said: “Now, you slut, drink my water”. After saying this he started pissing in my mouth and due to fear of spanking I kept on drinking and gulping it down my throat.When he finished pissing, he took out his dick and asked me to lick it clean. I was feeling very disgusted.He then lovingly took me. The cafe or diner is a young man's game and not the place to practice the skills I have developed over many years as a waiter. I love my food and enjoy cooking. I would have been a chef except that I never had the chance when I was younger to learn. So I chose to be around food as a waiter, learning how things are cooked, matching wine to foods, helping people to enjoy the whole experience rather than just filling the gap. This was the perfect place for me to work and my boss wanted the same.