Then you're going to suck on my cock like a good little whoreboy. Okay. Missy?" Okay, Daddy."In one swoop his hand hit my ass cheek in a loud smack an... I jumped forward. I looked at my trucker stud's big ten inch cock and saw it getting harder, all the sudden. Apparently, smacking my hot ass was turning him on, so I was glad to let him even though I'm not a masochist."There," he said. "Now, that will teach you to stop being a whore for so many men, little girl. Your Daddy wants you here sucking. The only movement possible a slight turn of the head or a gentle swaying back and forth of my torso.The entertainment awaits her audience.I like my body powdered; a fine coating to take the sheen off my skin and creates that pallid tone that is so fashionable, that screams of the languid idleness of wealth and the placidness of inner beauty but now, beneath the hot lights, I can feel moisture beading on my skin.I inspect myself in the mirror; there really is nothing else I can do. My body. " Tony relaxed when he saw there was no threat.Mark stared wide eyed as the rest of the six entered and stood by the door. Two of the newcomers left and began to check out the rest of the house."This is Mister Cantrell," Amanda introduced him. "He is the most important one. His safety comes first."Mister Cantrell," the leader of the six guards nodded to Mark.Amanda continued, "This is Dirk. His safety comes next. Some rogue cops and other bad guys want him dead or alive. Don't let anyone take. “What do you mean by you don’t have to feel bad about this?” she asks. “Sorry?” I say, trying to bring back myself to the present. “You said, I don’t have to feel bad about it and that you are ok with it. What is it about? I don’t understand?" Allyson persists. “Oh did I say that? Now?” I ask in disbelief. “Ya, you said that”, she says and again continues, “In fact, you were talking about the affective memory of breasts. Then suddenly you went quiet and just as I tried to draw your attention,.