I reached down and traced a finger along the length of my wispy haired pussy and was amazed to find myself wet. I heard Mom began to speak and peered ...own again."C'mon, you dirty old man -- let's take care of your problem," Mom said in a teasing voice and then she led Daddy out of the bathroom, holding him by his hard penis which I only got a quick glimpse of.Their voices faded and a part of me wanted to cry out in protest and then it occurred to me that the attic had more than one of those. . pimp, and the client ... the company. Try to dig some pride in doing a good job. That can really help. If you have to face your pimp or even your husband afterward, tell them truthfully you did the best you could. There’s no shame in that. You were hired for a job. If they ‘tried you out’ as you mentioned, they already know how you perform and shouldn’t complain if you honestly do your best.”“I guess I’ll have to try. I am in deadly fear of that whip.”I’m glad Master didn’t use such a whip on. And there is nothing like the feeling of his tongue cleaning both my cum and his that runs out of me after he fucks me senseless; but I'll get to that in a minute.Ladies, let me tell you, there is nothing better for your self-image than a man who craves your body so much that he'll spend an hour massaging, kissing and licking your entire body from the tips of your toes to the top of your head without touching your nipples or pussy. Imagine him spending another half hour deeply soul kissing you. Slowly so I would not make any noise, I backed up and left the stage, I went to the tunnel and walked to the laundry room. Before I opened the door, I quickly took off my panties again. Why I did it I am not sure, I only know that it feels real good to walk with them off and with that slick wet feeling between my legs. Walking into the laundry room I again toss them in the dirty cloths bin. I have to pee real bad, and I headed to the toilets. In our bathrooms we have a 10 sinks facing each.