He seemed unconcerned and unaware of my anger. He also looked very sexy with his dark hair all massed while his dark eyes remained locked on a text he...was sending. Probably to Sarah. I slammed my bowl on the counter and snatched the cereal from the shelf. After yanking the milk out of the fridge and slamming the silverware drawer shut I finally got a response. Does your dad know youre wearing that skirt? He asked not looking up. I turned to face him angrily. Um, I think I am capable of dressing. I felt like I was going to court minus the cops and the fines and jail time. The only difference was I had to go every Sunday morning. I even tried to get kicked out a few times, but it didn't work. They claimed they loved me too much, and I couldn't get kicked out, bummer.Today, I walked in wearing a black tee and a pair of jeans with a three row gothic belt. with my hair cornrowed down to the middle part of my back. My hair was long and thick, so it was done in about seven of them, like the. She was also wearing a short skirt and, knowing Fiona, stockings.At 10, Mike called us through and we all, including Fiona walked through to Mike’s office. Mike was seated at a conference table to one side of his office – a less formal area for multi person meetings rather than facing one another across his desk. I took a seat as did Ling. Carol and Fiona stood next to me and Mike respectively – a bit strange, I thought. I introduced Ling to Mike and for a few minutes they chatted about her. She was in front of me, without her blouse but with her saree on. I took off her saree in a typical Hindi movie style and was staring at her oscillating boobs. Then I took off all her clothes. She then made me naked but by that time my dick was soft again.She held the small thing in her hand and said let me bring it back to life, she then took that soft dick in her mouth and started sucking it like a toffee, and she even chewed it a little bit, then when it was hard again, she jacked it really.