I’m your babysitter. You can’t do this. You have to let me go.’ The oldest, the one behind, his name was Paul, spoke to the others, ‘You two b...ck off. Before anybody does anything, introductions are in order, and then we have to establish some ground rules.’ Holding her breasts he walked her down the steps. She tried to turn around to see his face, ‘Ground rules. That’s a good idea. I’m the babysitter, so I’ll tell you how things are. First you have to untie me, and give me back my clothes.’. To put it simply, dad was set in his ways. I had a fresh Business Management degree and a ton of new ideas to expand the business and increase profits, but every suggestion I made was met with:"That's not the way we do things" or "I see no reason to change something that has worked well all these years."It slowly dawned on me that unless or until my father died all I was ever going to be was a clerk in the store except for the times he took a couple of days off and left me in charge. Quite. But Avvy held my head with both his hands and started fucking my mouth. I was about to stop when suddenly his ass clenched and his penis quivered. Warm, gooey, thick cum filled my mouth. The quantity was huge. Some of the cum along with my saliva was leaking from the corners of my mouth. My hair was disheveled and jaws were aching slightly. Just like last time, I swallowed the cum. I was acquiring quite a taste for itAvvy flipped me over. He left me lying there was walked over to his cupboard. I'm not supposed to do it and men sometimes become resentful. They don't like being told what to do and they see me as aggressive, and so they betray me to the enemy. It's happened too many times, Mr Pendrill. The frequency with which I've graced the world's most gruesome torture chambers is not coincidental. It's the result of my sexual predilections, and it's a problem to the department. My line managers are tired of having to trade arms and political prisoners in exchange for my freedom. So,.