’ ‘I know you do, you dirty little girl. You dirty little cocksucker. I bet you’d love to suck lots of cocks, mm?’ Her hands explored my body ...s she continued to whisper in my ear, filthy, disgusting things that she knew would turn me on. She called me a slut and a bitch, telling me she knew how to deal with naughty girls like me. As she whispered, she slowly bent me forward until my elbows were on the bed. Pulling the hem of the baby-doll up, she caressed my ass cheeks with one hand while she. "Let me look at you," I said with a soft rasp..."God, you are so sexy, hon!" Thank you, mum," she replied, pulling up on my blouse, fumbling with the buttons. "I want to see you too please, mum." I helped her by starting on the top buttons while she looked after the bottom ones. When my blouse was open she spread it wide, looking at my bra encased breasts."Oohhh," she sighed. Then she quickly dipped her hands inside my bra and lifted my tits free of it. I slid the blouse off my shoulders. She and her mom had always been so close, and her mother did nothing to stop Tyrone’s abuse on her either. Yvette’s art had become a casualty of Tyrone’s tirade as well. He told her that her stuff was garbage and that perhaps she should concentrate on something that would be a little more lucrative, because she wouldn’t get by on her looks, as he liked to tell her. That was what had hurt the most. Yvette, was always very tall for her age, and to make matters worse, she was at least fifty pounds. Soon he had my skirt pushed up to the lace at the top of my stockings. I was now sitting next to him, my legs crossed and my skirt pushed up as far as it could go with me sitting on the sofa. Even while conducting business on the phone he was starting to get down to business with me.Then his conversation changed and he stopped talking business and started telling the person on the other end of the conversation about me.“Well, I must go. I have one of Marvin’s girls here with me,” he.