I can’t possibly ask the company to foot that and I certainly can’t afford it myself.”Mr Walker smiled at her. “Thank you, Grace, but in the s...ven years I’ve been in this job I’ve picked up on facts like that. I was only teasing you yesterday.”“It’s still a lot of money for the small amount of driving I’ll be doing.”“Yes but your drivers will appreciate it that you have bothered to learn what they do and therefore have a better understanding of their worries and whinges. No, Grace, it would be. He yearned to slide his prick right up into his youngest child’s hugging tightness – Andy wanted to pound his daughter ’til she screamed with joy, to give her something no father ever really should give one of his own children… sexual utopia. When she pulled back from the kiss at last, Connie Collins smiled meekly at her father, and looked down at his limp, slightly swaying cock. Her grin broadened as she looked back up into his eyes. ‘Seems Daddy isn’t ready to hit the big leagues quite yet…’. His elbows braced on his knees, he was hunched over and rubbing his head. As he swayed, the chains from his wallet clinked like a wind chime. “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” he tried to stand, but staggered. He reached behind, feeling for the bed and I helped him sit again.“I stumbled coming out of the bathroom. I think I hit my head on the door frame.” He pointed at the door I had just come through.By instinct, I moved to him as if he were a little kid and had just fallen off his bike and needed a. He tilted the candle to drip some of the hot wax down my body. The warmth seeped down my skin, leaving trails from my nipples to my aching cunt. "Who is my fucking slut?" he asked thrusting hard again, hitting the back of my cervix. His black cock was completely stretching me to the max. He placed the candle back down on the counter so he could focus on fucking me as hard as he could. "I am baby, I'm your slut." I moaned in ecstasy. "Good girl" With that, Josh had enough edging me and slapped.