As I made my way to the parking lot I recalled the time when it all became clear to me as to their relationship.I really didn’t care for the way my ...ather ordered her about like a General commanding the troops. It was only after I graduated college that, I finally had the nerve to ask her why she put up with it.‘I have a little side-thing going on, dear,” she had said, while patting my hand. “Now just keep this between us; while your father provides for me, I’m not providing for him!” She broke. Two years of training, I survived and got rewarded with another 2 years of specialization - ‘Nuff said. You know the stuff, single, no relatives, smart and more than a little physco/socio pathic. We do things that folks don’t want to hear about, let alone see and yet we sleep well afterwards. I never had any PTSD symptoms which made the post-op psych evaluators somewhat frustrated as they had difficulty accepting that. To me, it was the same as getting some eggs at the store as far as I was. I tried again. Her eyes widened, fear shining in her depths as she choked and coughed.“It's okay,” I told her. “It's all part of the procedure. Relax and swallow my cock. Good bimbos do that. Just relax.”Kimberly did, her eyes growing softer as I pressed on her throat. She swallowed and my dick slipped inside. She moaned about my shaft, her throat so tight and hot. The humming caresses shot up my cock to my balls resting on her lips.“That's it,” I grunted. “You're doing so well, slut. You're a. Lisa fell back in the sofa exhusted after this intense orgasm,as she got her breath back she reached down and began taking her cum soaked panties,down her thighs,over her knees,then off her left then her right feet. As she lifted them towards her body you could she how wet they were gallons of pussy juice must of gushed from her cunt. Lisa rubbed a finger in her panties as she pulled it away you could see her sticky liquid trail in the air.