Then I went to the door of the room and knocked.“Dad, could you come out for a second? I need your help with something.”I heard him rustling, and ...hen he responded, “Not now, honey, I’m busy.”“Dad, it’s important.”I heard more rustling and guessed he was probably stashing his magazines back into his briefcase.Finally, he unlocked and opened the door. In a somewhat irritated voice, he said, “What is it that’s so important?”Then he noticed my open blouse.He stopped for a moment and turned red.. The last person who would ever seriously ridicule her was me and she knew that. I don't think I ever saw her smile as bright as when I smiled and put my mouth too, well, her nipples.They were beautiful and I told her so, putting on a show, pretending her nipples were Chapstick for my lips around and applying it before tugging them playfully. So outrageously sensitive, tonguing them rapidly like a boxer hitting a speed bag while humming was too ticklish. Shame, I fucking loved that shit. Two. ? With a sultry look, I stare him in the eye and ask if he ever had a dirty whore.? He shakes his head, stunned with disbelief.? He can't help himself but to stare at the huge ring in my nose.?I push him back into a dark corner.? Inside, I am beside myself.? I still can not believe what I am doing, but there isn't much of a choice.? I am forced to be this slut, this whore.? But what's this?? I can feel my pussy, completely wet with the idea of what I am going to do.? What is wrong with me??I. “Uh, she told me she was married but, you two had an understanding, she never said anything about guns,” Scott’s stared at Dave’s shotgun. “Did she tell you I don’t eat freshly fucked pussy, I don’t suck cock, I’m not submissive and I hate ketchup, quiche and Sushi?” “Are you going to shoot me?” Scott realized Dave was a little more than a bubble off plumb. “He hasn’t shot anyone since Iraq,” Cyn’s reassurance didn’t calm Scott. “I got a purple heart there,” Dave smiled. “Because you broke a.