Whilst walking up and down the aisles in the supermarket she got groped a few times by guys who knew what a slut she was. Of course she allowed it to ...appen, normally she would have turned and offered to take the guys to the toilets to empty their balls but she had other things on her mind, her first day at work.Saturday afternoon she was sat next to her husband watching some crap tv when her phone rang, she looked over and saw that it was her new boss:"hello" hello slut, I assume you know who. I could see his pubes and a big bulge in her white underwear. After my parents left, Sam ordered me to massage his feet. Sam was extremely racist, he kept abusing me and asking me to leave the house or run away from his sons house. I knew it would be hard for him to accept me. He may never accept me. Now i was massaging his feet and he asked me to massage his thighs. I was massaging his thighs that my hand touched his bulge. He said "Keep your filthy hands away from my cock". I stayed quite and. I ran my finger into her and then up to the front and slowly rub her clit with the wet tip of my finger. She would push back towards me and give a little moan. I'd lick her juice off my finger and run it back down. I used my other hand to reach under her shirt to pinch her hard nipples.My dick was throbbing as I continued to play with her. She reached back and started stroking my dick. I was rock hard. She would stroke it and then push back towards it just letting the head touch either her. What exactly happened at that place he went to, I wondered? The woman who had answered the door wasn't dad in a dress; she was way too well dressed and ladylike to have been my dad. She looked about the same height, the same weight, and even had the same hair color, but she couldn't have been dad, even if she did seem to know all about me. Did someone kidnap dad and put this lady in his place?"What happened while you were away dad? What did the do to you?" What are you talking about?" He.