He promised Jake that I would wear a slutty dress. I was a little nervous. Daddy had never been so explicit about me before. I didn’t wear a sluttly...dress to the bar that night, which actually ended up working out for everyone’s benefit. We went to this real skanky strip joint. The girls are not the best, but the bar was very conducive for overt, naughty behavior. Daddy kept saying I was the best girl in there, but it wasn’t true. The bartender was a cute little Thai girl named Natalie. We all. .. look ... I can tell that I’m not your favorite person around, and I get it, okay? I was nasty to you ... I know that I was, but I hope that we can ... be civil now. Come on, man ... clean slate. Please? With you ... and Jess, that is. Or whichever one of you will forgive me, that is,” Tim urged me to forgive him for what he did.“Really, dude? YOU PULLED MY OWN GUN ON ME! MY FUCKING SHOTGUN ON ME!” I shouted angrily and hung up on him.Naturally, Tim wasn’t one to just give up on something. He looked at me, disappointed. “Let’s get in the back” I said. There was no way I was going to be able to fuck properly in the front seat of that car and I was not leaving anything to chance. Once we were in the back he pulled my dress down again and I pulled my bra off. He went to town on my tits. Rubbing, pulling, and gently twisting my nipples. With no resistance to this, he had his hand up my leg in no time. I followed my game plan. Let him do anything. This was an important. A tingle ran up my spine. It was the picture I saw the guy taking when I walked in on them. I was stroking again. Click.Mom was kissing the head of a pale, veiny ****. I was repulsed. And more turned on than ever. My hand was moving up and down at full speed again. Next Mom licking the shaft.The tip between her lips.Next half of it in her mouth. Click. Mom, my own mother with a stranger's **** all the way down her throat. Only the black leather ring was still visible. That filthy ******* *****!.