I took my fingers into my mouth where I gave my fingers a quick cleaning with my tongue. They were wet and sticky with my juices, I do love tasting my...own juices from them. I had just started working again when there was a tap at my door and Johns dad Albert walked into my office. Janet I need a favor from you, Albert said. What is that? I asked back. Well Dan the customer I was with: I was going to take him to lunch but something has come up and&hellip,, Albert paused for a few seconds. I was. Than another kiss as he started gently lifting my dress off me. He sat there a minute letting his eyes feast on my breasts while fondling them. He took hold of my breasts and sucked each nipple, his tongue swirling around each nipple several times before switching to the other. I could feel the bulge in his pants rising. He asked if I’d never been with a black man. I said no, but had always heard they were well equipped. From the bulge in his shorts, I knew Neil was indeed very well. She returned from the kitchen with a mug of steaming water. Bending she poured half of the water into a smelly shoe and swished it around. ?Drink slave,? she ordered. I gulped then blew on the hot stinking steam and sipped the dark water from her shoe. She smiled and grabbed her dirty socks. ?I’ve ran in these all week, freak.? Then she dunked both socks in the hot water in the mug like tea bags. The toe ends sank and she let the top parts hang over the cup. I’d grown accustom to. "And so he did, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back roughly to gain leverage."Yesssssssssssss," she hissed, "Hurt me, Daddy. Fuck me hard and hurt me. It's what I deserve, isn't it? Because I'm such a dirty slut? Because I'm wired wrong, wired to be bad? Can you fuck it out of me, Daddy? Can you fuck me until I'm a good girl again?He bit her then, hard, on her right shoulder. It only served to further fuel her lust."Fuck!" she shouted, "Yes! Leave a mark. A big mark. Give mommy.