"And I'm going to pour so much spunk down your throat, you'll become addicted to it." I'm addicted now," she moaned. "Give it to me, shoot your spunk ...p into my cunt." I'll fuck your sweet little ass every night and I'll buy you the tiniest bikini we can find, so that every one will know you're a hot little slut." Yes, I'll pretend that I'm your daughter, I'll call you daddy." Yes, God yes, and I'll shave you every day." I'm coming again," she gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me harder." Our pubic bones. Thanks to the help of a lot of kind people, much like yourselves."My father grunted again, mouth full."I see," my mother said, navigating unfamiliar waters. "I like your outfit, dear. I think Sarah has something very similar."My eyes widened. What would my parents think about her wearing my clothes? Was that weird? Would they think something was going on between us? Was there?"Oh yeah?" Carlie asked, casually. "Your daughter must have excellent fashion sense then."My mother smiled plainly and. " Maybe if it had happened because you were drunk on your ass and were taken advantage of or were the victim of a date rape drug, but none of that happened did it? By your own admission you knew what you were doing when you went into that man's room. By your own admission you went into that room because you wanted to go there. You say that you love me. When you were on that bed, legs spread and you were being fucked were you thinking, "This means nothing Rob. I love you and this means nothing.". I smiled inwardly; I loved being admired as an attractive woman.Geoffrey, for that was the CEO's name, cleared his throat and took hisgaze off my legs. "Well Patricia" he started, "I just wanted to say howpleased we are with the work you have done for us recently; so pleased,in fact, that I would like to put a proposition to you." Clearly thiswas going to be a serious business conversation, not just some casualchat over a drink, so I put my glass down and sat forward. "I waswondering whether.