Jed kept pumping. Suzie had just come down from her high when Jed stiffened and his hard meat jumped in her mouth. A warm, slightly salty liquid, alm...st of the consistency of the Gaviscon liquid she used for heartburn, leapt into the back of her mouth from the head of the throbbing member that rested on the end of her tongue. “Good girl,” Jed said as she coughed and gulped, trying hard not to throw up as she accidentally swallowed his whole load. She had made haste to the bathroom to clean. "Fuck, slut, here comes your Master's cum," he groaned loudly, using the term 'Master' for the first time.She continued her hungry quest of black cock submission, taking almost nine inches down her throat as he came in her mouth. She didn't slow down, an expert at swallowing cum.He finally pulled out, looked at her and said with dominant authority, "What do you say, slut?" Thank you for fucking my mouth, cunt and ass and shooting your sweet cum down my throat," she answered, like the slut she. I refused to subject myself to any more physical inspections. I refused to appear willing. I was not a slut. I had not given anyone any shit.And the worst of it, I was not… beautiful.I felt trapped between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, I didn’t want the others to see me naked. On the other, I couldn’t let daddy check me either, and risk him finding me flawed or unappealing. Screw all the feminist ideals, there wasn’t a woman on this earth who didn’t want to hear that she was beautiful. We sat in a booth and were limited mostly to eating our omelets with hands on thighs although s*s managed to rub the bulge in my pants a couple of times. I had the usual restrictions on the thigh touching and no breast play at all. After last night's discussion, I didn't complain.A few minutes after leaving the Good Egg, we were back on the drive way. Eager to have my hands back around s*s' waist, I rushed around the truck to get the door and help her down. s*s swung her legs around pointing.