” He explained as he locked the door.“Yes master.” She replied.“What is your whole reason for being slave?” He asked.“Too please you mast...r.”“And what purpose does your body serve?”“To be your cum dumpster master.” She replied.“Good girl. Now, do slaves wear clothes?” He asked.“Only if they please master.” “That’s my good little slut. Your dress no longer pleases me.” He said.Without further instruction, she slid her dress down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her feet.“On. It looked like Mike had fallen into a great place to work. If I read things correctly, Mike might come out of this without problems.Mike turned to us. Linda went and hugged her father. “Daddy, I’ll put your things away. They look like Mom just dumped them here.”“Probably. Are you surprised that I’m divorced?”“Yes, and I’m sorry.”“I’m not and I must say I’m glad she did. I ought to thank the guy who is keeping her. He must want her pretty badly. I was going to do something about her if he. Yes that’s it suck it hard.” The gagging noises from Sandy only encouraged Nathan to move her head faster. “Is this what you wanted Sandy?” Sandy nodded while continuing to suck. She could feel him getting closer. “OH YES! YES Suck harder. Oh what a good slut you are.” He rammed his cock into her mouth harder and harder pulling it out just as he was ejaculating his hot cum. It streamed out of his cock and landed all over Sandy’s face. “Oh that was some good sucking my slut. Now go and wipe. Standing behind her now, I notice something I hadn't before, she’s slowly pushing her hips into the countertop. ‘And that’s why she’s on her tiptoes…’ I hold back a smirk and set my beer on the counter, remembering a conversation we had when we first moved in. “The perfect fit,” she had said.It was the first night in the house and she sat on the island as we lazily unpacked. “Oh?” I replied when I pushed between her legs.“Mhmm.” She then wrapped them around my waist, keeping me close. She'd.