Owwwww!"His hands spread my legs wide, pressing my thighs open and my eyes widened in panic and a dawning horror. "Sins of the flesh," he muttered, an... I felt his body pressing, his robes lifting, parting like a black sea, and the heat of his crotch against the stinging, reddened globes of my ass."Father, please!" He grabbed my hair again, and I sobbed when he shoved his cock into me, the final humiliation."You need a good lesson," he grunted, thrusting deep. I whimpered, unable to believe this. I could raise the rent whenever I feltlike it, and I often did. If the girls dared to complain, I simplyreminded them how easy it would be to evict them, or to have the copsharass them while they were waiting for appeals from the rent-controlboard.Surprisingly, the biggest complaint I got was from the girl I'd hired torun the building, a cute chick named Aida who was working her waythrough Business College. I fired her for disloyalty and took overrunning the place myself until I could find a. He was wearing his long johns with a bathrobe over him when Mr. Smithers returned with three other Indian gentlemen wearing European clothing, but with Nebbi caps. The elder, obviously the employer of the other two, was introduced as a Mr. Pattal. Mr. Smithers took charge, informing him that David required a full wardrobe that must be ready by Monday at ten am due to his sailing at two pm. Whilst one of Mr. Petal’s assistants began to measure him, Mr. Pattal took out a notebook and began. It was a load of rubbish, but an inspired reasoning. I was almost proud. Most backed off after that explanation I'd plucked from the air, not wanting to be accused of sexism. If only they knew my true motives.~~~As the weeks passed by, I complimented Emilia often on her choice of shoes. Gradually, she became a lot more forward in showing off her footwear to me. She'd turn her seat in such a way that I'd have a full view of her legs and shoes during court. If she was in a pair of sandals, she'd.