.her face, her arse, or her swollen,sopping cunt. She was terrified they all knew how horny she was. She could smell herself the whole way home. Now, ...lone in her shower, reflecting on the day's extraordinary turn of events, she rolled her nipples and squeezed them with both hands. Remembering his rougher, harder hands on them. She leaned back against the wall, feeling the cold tiles bringing welcome relief to her tender nether regions, and slipped her left hand down to her clitoris. Smooth and. Then it started. The Monday after we tasted each other he started instant messaging me through our work computer system. Things like, “I miss your pussy on my tongue.” “I can’t stop thinking about you.” “I dream about you giving me head every night.” “You’re so beautiful.” I wasn’t sure how to react. I mean, I was happy because I didn’t want it to end, but scared because he was my boss and was married. But, of course, I’d read these messages and my panties would get wet. I’d reply with: “You. They walked away. At no time had either of them said a single word to Sukky. But then she was just one of the toys, to be used as such. Probed, prodded, licked. To have her mouth used, and to be fucked, in anyway they wished. Sukky was the property of The Company. And she loved it. Sukky was in the “swing” for just under an hour, during which time she gave ten blow jobs. Had her cunt played with, her clit licked, her arse was fingered, so many times that she lost count. But no one fucked her.. “Well what are you waiting for? Your cunt daughterwants her drink. Get it.” Dora continued as Lucy continued to stare in disbelief.She watched her mother start walking towards the sinkwith her ass jiggling in back and start pouring herdrink. Lucy wanted to say something but couldn’t findher voice as she continued to watch.“Bring it back between those two sagging tits of yoursbitch,” Dora commanded.Jean turned around and placed the glass of orange juicebetween her.