Instead, she needed to think of something else that would please him.As she tried to think of some solution, she paused in her pacing and stood by the...window deep in thought. That’s when Abbey saw a group of construction workers busy on a house opposite Joe’s apartment. She wondered if there was a way to please her Master Joe by involving the group of workers.Taking a deep breath, Abbey turned to Joe.“Master Joe” she murmured in a low voice and with her head bowed down.Joe looked at Abbey. I didn’t mind sharing, it was part of what we did, and could be fun. I was trained, yes trained I admitted, to be shared, to give pleasure to my clients. If I received pleasure in return, then that was a bonus, but it wasn’t important, my enjoyment was secondary. I was here because I had been instructed to be here, instructed to deliver a message, instructed to fuck the recipient, my father. I didn’t question it, I just did it. I was a trained slut.“Mmm….” I murmured, biting my bottom lip, “you. "Yeah, that was some dream. I don't think I'll ever forget it." No kidding," I said. "That's one I'll carry with me my whole life." I blew Jamie a kiss as I said it, then turned back to Allison. "Better get going, you're supposed to be making dinner and I think you forgot to take it out of the freezer." Oh crap!" Allison said. Once we were in the truck and moving she turned and asked, "Okay, obviously that was to get us out of there because you watched me taking the roast out, so what's up?". Amy, having been so deprived of good feelings, was too impatient for the slow course so I let her bounce on my dick as I rocked her back and forth. She had this wild look in her eyes. I leaned forward and sucked her entire right tit into my mouth. Amy grabbed my head and screamed, "Harder! Fucking rip my tit off with your mouth." I did suck harder and she started almost jumping up and down on my dick and whoosh, another flood of hot cum drenched me. She was pulling her own hair flailing.