..there were several pet names he used for me, like slut, cunt, sissy, fairy, pansy....seldom Jennifer, and it depended on His mood at the time. Bu... this time it was slut, and I dutifully obeyed his order. "You called me, sir?!" "Slut, lick that piss off the end of my dick for me, so I dont have to wash it. If you're really lucky, Ill let you be my toilet tomorrow morning;we'll see".Of course i cleaned it quickly, and lingered as long as I could around his musk-smelling manhood. The previous ones about my step-dad had been quite enough, thank you. What the hell would this be?I got impatient, “How long are you going to keep me in suspense.”“You weren’t the first guy to fuck me like you thought.”Oh! That stopped me in my tracks, “I wasn’t? Who was? I didn’t think it was my step-father and his friend.”“Well, they had sex with me after you did, but they weren’t the very first. Why do you think it was so easy for you to get into my pussy?”I responded, “I thought it was. She used to go to sleep dreaming of the magical world around her, and never ever an obscene thought occupied her mind.But as of late, she stumbled upon something that shook her body and numbed her mind. She revered her father like a god. Her father was well-built, the height of 5 ft 11 in with strong legs that she noticed when he used to come out of the bathroom in a towel.Her family lived in a nice house with two floors. Saumya’s family was open-minded but discussion on intimate topics was. And I'd get to see more of you."It was true; lately the office had been requiring more and more of my time, and I often brought work home to do after supper. It wasn't fair to Donny or me."We have a spare bedroom that I could turn into an office," I mused, "and we already have a phone and the internet." It was dialup service, but it was reliable."We can get office supplies and stuff for you, a file cabinet and a desk. What do you think?" There's a little bit more to it than a desk and a file.