Peter had been in the company forever and he was a pessimistic and cynical bloke. Carl was about to say something about leaving but Peter interrupted ...im."Where will you go? You can either commute for three or four hours a day, minimum, or you can move. You think you can sell your house at a price that will allow you to buy one in the city?"We discussed the situation until we were called to the meeting John had mentioned. Here, we got a vague explanation about unexpected competition from some. "That's right. When you are a good girl and please me then you get rewarded. You want to please me don't you, whore?" I said."Yesss, Masterrr," she said, her words beginning to slur a bit as her arousal heightened."Are you enjoying this, whore? Do you like when I touch your wet naughty pussy?" I asked."Ohhh Masterr!" she moaned louder."I'll bet my cock would feel better in that pussy. Would you like that? Would you, like to have Master's cock fucking that wet pussy?" Ohhh, God yes, Master!" she. I snuggled even closer to him."Somebody should have put her over his lap years ago and given her rear end a good tanning," dad said with fake seriousness."She'd probably love it if you were doing the spanking," I answered slyly. Gawd, I was flirting with my daddy! And I never, and I mean never, had thought of him that way before that day. Stupid Nikki and her bloody 'banana spermed split' I thought.For the next few minutes neither of us said anything; nestled together we were both lost in our. ”“You’re on! But if you dump us into the lake, your life is over, pal!”As if on cue, they both pulled their Chief Joseph T-shirts over their heads. The canoe rocked sharply from side to side as Sandy wiggled out of her tan shorts and sneakers and Kenny shucked his jeans. That left Sandy in her black lace bra and panties, and Kenny in his tighty-whities that were getting tighter by the second.Sandy reached behind her to unhook her bra, but Kenny laid his hand on her arm and asked, “Can I do.