I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of his scrotum and start squeezing as my palm wraps around his balls nice and tight. He lets out a moan... mostly pleasure. I squeeze a bit harder. Then he really moans, this time involuntarily.He starts pumping his cock deep down my throat. It was probably that skinny blond from the office. I think about him fucking her as he continues to fuck my mouth. I feel tears running down my cheek, I am so mad, or maybe it is from the blow job. My pussy is. ” I shake my head again “oh yes you do you little liar, you’re a cock hungry whore, you like my dick fucking your dirty little pussy. I can feel your cunt wet around my cock.” He continues to squeeze and pinch my breasts and now he nips and sucks the skin of my neck and shoulder while I ride his cock, my head falls back to rest on his shoulder causing him to laugh “see you can’t help being a slut, it’s in your genes, give you whores a hard cock and your pussy gets wet, now fuck my cock!” He. His mind filled with horror at what he saw. The similarities in face and body were undeniable. As much as Samantha his daughter was like him, this man looked like Anthony. His mind knew there could only one conclusion this was his biological father. Somehow every dominant feature his creator had implanted in him had come from this very creature.It smiled at him or it least it looked like a smile. The gesture was alien to him devoid of any real feeling a mockery of human emotion. Then it hit. ” I said in a mock condescending tone.“Who me?” She added with a giggle.“Yeah, you.” I said as I grabbed her and gave her a big hug. Her bare nipples pressed into my chest.Marcy soon proceeded to get dressed and ready for the club. She decided on a very short black skirt and white blouse, which barely concealed the black lace bra she somehow chose to wear underneath. She put on a bit of makeup which seemed to only bring out her big blue eyes. The only jewelry she had on was a pearl necklace.