”I nodded, “Figures.”So this was the first thing we did not have in common; I felt sure there would be many more.“So, Jack, slave time. It’... for the weekend, so that’s Friday night to Monday morning...”Horrified, I immediately interjected, “Erm, Saturday morning, Sunday night, surely.”“Erm, slave, I’m in charge and eighty quid is eighty quid, I’m getting my money’s worth.”I shrugged, there was no fight in me. My hangover hurt too much if I did something rash like thinking. It was either. " I moan pulling back. A small trail of my cum follows me out and dribbles onto the bed. I collapse down onto the floor panting and lifting up my pants. "Thanks for the fuck," I say, knowing that we've only begun. I walk out as she lays there on the bed. I close the door and walk to the kitchen. Breathing hard and zipping my pants and wiping the sweat off my face. The front door opens and in walks Jack. "Hey what I miss?" He chuckles as he walks into the kitchen picking up a plate and smacking. I stopped my actions, lifting my head up to look her in her eyes. Slowly her eyes opened, with a hint of sadness hidden behind a field of lust; sad that I had stopped, needing me to carry on or do something else, just to make her cum. I started to pull my fingers out, slowly hooking them up to cause more sensation. ‘Daddy? Please I need more, give me more!’ Sky whined in a husky tone. She saw the wicked glint in my eye. ‘Daddy please don’t make me beg, I promise I will be good.’ I pulled my. I owe you guys, and I don't want to cross any lines that I can't go back on. I want to be out by the time Marcus gets back from the station." Hope." NO, DAMN IT, SHAWNA," Hope screamed at her, and that caught her attention as the diminutive girl just settled onto the bed. "Damn, damn, damn... I didn't want to get emotional about this." It's been that sort of a week," Shawna said, sagging to the floor. She made a point of sitting in the middle of the doorway, but she gave Hope a little space..