Now for you madam,” he said, looking at my mother. “You know what to do.”Mum stood up and went behind her chair, bending over the back and suppo...ting herself with the arms, her tits swinging under her.“You see David, your mother doesn’t just come her to be fucked, isn’t that right Dot?” He said.“Yes sir,” Mum replied.“See, sluts like your mother need to be kept in their place,” he said, standing and walking round behind Mum, undoing his trousers and taking out his cock. He was slightly bigger. Her thoughts were interrupted as he bit down with just the slightest bit of pressure on her nipple over the shirt. Kady gasped deep and whined. ‘Please, don’t stop?’ she questioned again. He bit down again with greater pressure this time meaning to inflict a bit more pain than pleasure. ‘Please, sir?’ she said unsure. Her response was awarded by his mouth finally wrapping around her nipple, flicking it in a slow torturous rhythm. ‘Oh God, that’s amazing,’ she said, her fingers now slipping. I can feel small wet trails along my cheeks, my jaw, even under my chin. The ache I felt earlier of wanting my nipples sucked has now turned into an ache of my own to suckle. With relief, the tracing travels toward my mouth and I can feel it tracing along my slightly parted lips. Slowly it traces along my upper lip, and then reverses along my bottom lip. I need to part my lips and taste, an overwhelming need, but I know not to be even slightly aggressive. The best I am able to enjoy is a quick. But now 17 years old, her head buried in books, immersed in studying for the final year at school, or busy with her part-time job or spending time with her long-term boyfriend, she doesn't really have much time left for Dad any more...So I smiled to myself as I entered the office building and headed towards the large communal engineering office. Within that messy, noisy but productive office I would find the usual bunch of misfits euphemistically known as the technical staff; my closest.