Yes, mmm, good boy. You're a good cocksucker but you'll getbetter, much better. Worship it, that's it. Yes...you'll have to dash offafter work, your o...ly release will be me, your life will revolve aroundyour secret affair, your worship of my cock, my ass, my mouth,everything. Is this what you want?"I was dizzy with desire. Fuck, her cock was big, hot in my mouth, I wasdrooling so much it was coming out of my mouth and running down my chin.I popped the head out briefly. "Yes Nat, I want it, I. “Yes, of course.”“Can you ask if I may see Richard? Just for a minute. If he says no, ask him to remember the morning when he came to my room. He will know then.”“Ellen, I will try. It’s not just Richard, though. In fact, Richard will be easy compared with Harriet. I’ll do my best though. Is this important to you?”“I need to see him, please!”Lucy nodded and left the room. When she reached her kitchen she had to sit first. The shock of seeing Ellen hanging from the ceiling finally got to her.. “Once you’ve come a few dozen times, my sweet little slut, you’ll be begging for more.” Well, Daddy was right in the long run, though at first the idea of being his sex toy was mortifying. But he gave me tranquilizers sometimes that made me relaxed and happy. And now that everything was out in the open, he’d make all sorts of crude jokes about my sluttiness, even at the dinner table. He delighted in humiliation, for he was a master of the art. If there were raw carrots to be served, he’d put. Just then the door to my booth opened and a black guy looked in. He looked at me for a couple of seconds and left, closing the door. That happens a lot, guys look in, check me out, and either come in or don't. But very often they look in, leave, and return a few minutes later - which is what happened in this case. About 5 minutes later the black guy was back. This time he stepped into the booth. I gave him a big smile, "Hi, Sweetie!" I said. He nodded. "You want a blow job, baby?" I asked him..