"Sex now, talk later." I was overtalking. Her vagina was becoming more responsive as the skin seemed to melt under my caress. Being up against her fro... head to toe, I could feel all the little reactions her body made to being touched. At first, they were minimal, just small muscle contractions every now and then. Then small shudders. Her pussy produced more lube, a fresh trickle every few minutes flowing out of her until my fingers made small gurgling sounds. Up from deep within her came moans. She needed this job, and she’d heard that this was a really good place to work. The interviews had gone well, and she was about to meet the Director of Sales she would be working for. The woman she spoke with to set up this interview had mentioned that this was just the final check; just to let them know if she’d be a good fit. The position was just an admin-assistant slot, but she’d just recently graduated from Collins University with a degree in business, and she fully expected to start at. He was looking at me, but not in a lustful way I noticed. He seemed content just to look at me. Father often told me he was content just to watch my mother sleeping, especially while she was pregnant with me. Father said he loved nothing more than to see my mother’s heart satisfied. “Tam?” I said. He looked away for just a second then looked me back in the eyes. “Yes?” I didn’t say anything as the empty hole in my soul yearned to walk up to him. I let myself and next thing I knew I found. “Well, Drake, what ya think?”With a slowness, daddy rotated toward me, his mouth, those thin mainly lips, curled into a sneer, not hateful, but a contented, happy smile, which bordered on a leer. With his fiery eyes roving over my body, a sensation rushed over me, through me, washing me in a gnawing hunger. I yearned for his hand to caress my body, for his hands to set my flesh on fire.“Oh, my darling, I believe I have produced a prodigy, a wonderment of inspiration, Helen of Troy, Nefertiti,.