Mom let out an envious groan, the camera trained on me. I had a feeling she would offer videos of my whorish behavior to my clients, too. I trembled, ...y nipples so hard as I ripped off my blouse, not even bothering to unbutton it all the way. My youthful breasts sprang out.Jalal seize my right one, squeezing hard. “That's it, slut. You're going to make us both cum today.”“Yum,” I moaned as I worked off my skirt, difficult since I was on my knees.But I managed to get the skirt and my stained. "You ready to go, huh?" he asked."Yes, daddy." I wondered if I still had to call himdaddy now that it was over- now that I was leaving theevil bastard once and for all. Well, better safe thansorry I decided. "Can you help me take my bags to thecar?" Nope," he said. "Call a cab. I'm done with you."He sat down in his recliner and turned on the TV. Icould feel my blood pressure rising. I had been hisslave, a virtual prisoner in his house for a year andhe didn't even have the decency to give me a. His head was tilted forward, his damp hair dangling about his 5 o'clock shadowed face. He was naked with a flat abdomen, his left foot planted on the cement in front of him, his right leg outstretched. Between his legs was a very shapely, very tanned-appearing woman. She was wearing a tie-dyed sarong, tied on the left at her waist, and a white, belly-baring halter top, tied behind her neck, covered her ample bosom. She had long auburn hair done in a French braid, ringlets of hair having. He groaned and instinctively moved to pull her head down further, but her hand smoothly battered his away. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles and he stepped out of them as she bit the bottom of his boxers. She ran her hand up and down his thigh as she pulled down his last garment with her mouth. Her chin grazed the hairs on his leg and in response he ran his fingers through her hair, down her cheek and turned his hand over so the back of his knuckles glided over the tops of her breasts. .