Mom has been mad at him and will barely talk to him right now!” I replied. “Sounds like they,re fucking and making up for it. Let,s sneak up and h...ve a listen.” Before I could stop him he was out of my bed and padding toward their room down the carpeted hall way with me following, both of us in just a pair of underpants. We stopped just outside my parents bedroom door which was never shut and listened to the protesting bed. “Why have you stopped, Bitch?” My father,s voice suddenly carried to. ’ He grinned at her and his eyes looked curiously at her. ‘Lay down.’ She nodded and complied and felt him sit lightly on her ass, and she could feel his desire pressing against her. He started again on her back, starting where he had left off. He slowly slid his hands under her shirt to rub her bare skin, and she bit her lip as she shivered. He pushed it up as he rubbed the middle of her back and she sighed at the pressure of his touch. He rubbed down to her back and then slowly his hands slid. Just a place for a fresh start. I rented a room in a house with a number of other rooms like mine. Agency rent, rather scruffy and overpaid but good for time being. I was single back then, fairly desperate to meet a lady and relax together. It took me a few weeks to find out in a room above lived one girl. Foreigner, just like me, yet with excellent English and Scandinavian accent that makes her speech sound more correct and melodic than natives living next door. Her name was Lisa. Lisa was a. ‘What else can I do to deserve my masters cock?’ She asked, desperation in her voice now. ‘Get on your fours. Beg me like the fuck slave you are.’ Tiffany complied. All on her fours, her blonde hair framing her desperate face she looked up at me and began to beg. ‘Please master. Please let me suck you off. Let me take you into my mouth like the fuck slave I am. Fuck my mouth as hard you can and spray me with your cream like the fuck doll I am for you. Please master after you’ve fucked my.