Pleased with his work, Daddy withdrew his fingers frommy pootie, kissed the lips of the drained shell of abody he had left on the bed, and said, "Ther.... Thatshould do you until your wedding night."That was very kind of Daddy, but he didn't understandthe massive libido of an eighteen-and-a-half-year-oldpantyboy. I was stiff and needy an hour and a halflater when my bridesmaids showed up.After all my other milkings, I would always "reward"my milker, but with Daddy, that was clearly out of. I pulled it out and stuffed it in her mouth for her enjoy. She eagerly licked her juices and whimpered in expectation of what was next. I slipped my tongue in her pussy lips again but this time held there while he maneuvered trying to find her spot. When she started trembling I knew she was close.I brushed her clit with my thumb making her gasp, and kept rubbing her clit until I felt her juices flowing on his hand. When she was a second away from cuming I withdrew my hand. Ohhhhhhhh! She. I had wanted to remind him that I was still his sex partner. 'Fuck it!' I thought, 'Maybe, if I go to work dressed like this, I'll get lucky.' so I drove straight to work, arriving a few minutes early. As soon as I got to my desk the boss' PA came to ask me to come to the boss' office. She was grinning in a way that I could not interpret. With the boss in his office was a tall good-looking African American, dressed impeccably in a business suit, a white shirt and a pink tie. “Rosalie. I want. Jackie grimaced, the indignity weighing heavy. It was a battle of wills and she was on the wrong end. Alone she might take her chances, but couldn't risk the teenagers' lives. Joel's grip tightened triumphantly on Tiffany, the blade glinting. "You'd like to see Jackie lick your sister's cunt, wouldn't you, Tiffany?" he whispered in her ear.Tiffany wriggled around in his lap. "Let us go, you sick bastard."Joel merely grinned and fondled her tits a hit more. "Okay Jackie, go to work," he.