I intended to give Fred plenty of warning so he could get a new cook before we left but I don't feel obliged to do that for mister Hebb." Well I wish ...ou all success in you roadhouse venture. The problem of relacing you could be a blessing to me, we have a chap working here that's just broken up with his wife and he's looking for a new start away from her. He has a lot of cooking experience although he's a mechanic by trade. I'll see if I can call him in, wait a moment."He picked up the phone. Cathy screamed and wailed “yes, oh God yes” she yelled and I watched as my wife was fucked for at least 15 minutes. She had reached down and rubbed her clit and had at least 4 orgasms. She was like a rag doll impaled on that lump of silicon. Finally Cathy begged her to stop. She pounded her for another minute or two before pulling out.“You do like it big don’t you, you naughty slut” the Mistress said. Then she turned to me. “Was that to your liking” she asked. “Yes Mistress, that was so. Feeling her mound of pubic hair, I slowly and gently slid my fingers between her vaginal lips. Feeling her wetness, I inserted them deep inside her.And she came.Her juices soaked my fingers. She was panting, gasping, breathing heavily, and I heard her say, "Please dad. Put it inside me. Please."Hearing her call me dad was so taboo, so sexually immoral and dirty, but it turned me on in the worst possible way. So I parted her legs, saw my massive penis, erect and straight out, and I entered. Any retard with rape fetishes would obviously take her clothes off when the victim is passed out. So that's what I do, pants first. I want her nice jugs out last. So I unbutton and pull her pants down and off of her feet, revealing a pink thong. What a whore, I thought. She needs to learn her lesson. So instead of seeing pussy first, I climbed onto of her unconscious body, ripping off her shirt. Also revealing another whorish piece of clothing, just a simple little small triangle to cover each.