I'm a man?"Amber rolled her eyes. "You don't count." She flopped back on the bed, not looking at him.Mitt could hear the disdain in her voice. Was it ...or him, or the boy she'd been arguing with? Did it matter?He thought of how expensive Amber's private school tuition was, of how they had sacrificed and done without, of how much they'd managed to stash away in her college fund. But this did not seem like a good time to remind his daughter of that fact.He trudged over to the living room, looking. As she moved about working my thighs and lower back again I could feel her body pressing up against my hand. Slowly I moved my hand so my fingers were almost standing straight up. As she moved closer my fingers could feel that they were pressing right up against her pussy. Though I am sure she could feel them she didn't move away from them. As she worked I moved my fingers about a little and when I felt a warm spot on her shorts I sensed I was near her clit. She did too because she moved away.. . get me nice and hard, baby."Margaret opened her mouth and Chapel pushed her head into his crotch. He didn't stop until his cock hit that back of her throat. Chapel loved forcing women to suck his cock. He loved the warm wet feeling of a frightened mouth wrapped around his cock. Margaret sobbed to herself when she felt Chapels hairy balls scratch her chin. He was going to show her exactly how he wanted his cock sucked.He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her head back and forth. ?Look. We’ll forget about the money your husband owes me if you agree to my terms.? Margret looked pleadingly up at the tall muscular black man standing in her living room. She nervously replied. ?What’s that?? Thick laughed. ?I want you to spend a weekend down at the club. After that. We’ll forget about the money your old man owes me. Deal!? Margret was so nervous she opened her mouth but no words escaped. In a cracking scared voice she finally replied. ?Ok?..I’ll do as you want??My.