But I didn't have any choice. He was the boss. As always.He was breathing heavier now and moving his hips forward thrusting his cock into my mouth a...d almost making me gag. He built up some momentum and took my head in his hands and held it in place while he thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. I was gagging but couldn't get away because he held my head in place thrusting his cock further down my throat. Tears began to fall from the corners of my eyes as I gagged and choked silently on. She was so god damn hot, everything about her was perfect. I grabbed her other foot and I put the two together. Then I slid my ready to burst cock in between her feet while she still had the flip flop on the left foot. As I fucked them I pictured her walking around in them all day working up a sweat for me, then I was picturing all the times we hung out and her feet were on display for me to enjoy. She loved having them out, but oddly enough cringed when you talked about feet. All these years. When he was home, he filled the house with personality if not wealth. He was a good cook, worked occasionally as a chef and made not only Chinese but American and ethnic culinary fare. I learned cooking from him, tried to please him and thrived on his attention. I treasured the times we cooked together or when he let me sing a Chinese song for him even though I didn’t understand the words. He never disciplined us or helped around the house except for cooking. He left the operation of the. Nikki had fucked everyone else, and now it was time for her to get fucked. Literally. He looked at her for a moment, then just smiled, waiting to see what she was going to do.“Zane I’m really sorry” she said. “I never thought Anthony would fucking attack you like that”“Yes you did.” Zane replied. “He’s a fucking gorilla and you know it, you knew exactly what he’d do and you probably got a real kick out of it when he did, didn’t you?”“No I swear I didn’t! I never thought any of this would.