Dashing into my room, I locked the door and fell on my bed, crying in shame and frustration.I didn't see much of Daddy over the next few days and even...when I did, we didn’t speak about what had happened. Really, what was there to say? I’d sucked off Daddy's producer to keep us from being thrown out of our home, all because Daddy was a drunk. I blamed him more than I did Mr. Gillman. At least Ben had been honest about his intentions.It was so much more than a blowjob, though. Ben had done things. She gasped. Grinning all the while, the man lifted her by her hair to her feet, forcing her to rise before him. “Put your hand on my cock Tits u stupid cunt,” he said evenly. OOOO he knows my nickname too Tits thought. Sharon quivered. “P-please, no…” “Do it Tits!” Clint shouted. She cried as he twisted her hair harder. Her small hand shot forward and her fingers curled around the immense thickness of his raging prick. “Jerk my cock nice,” Clint. Mark was wearing a black suit, white shirt, black tie and a flat cap to match, he had noticed the twinkle in her eyes as she approached. He took the dress box, helped her in the back closing the door behind her, and placed the box on the front passenger seat next to him. Buffy must of fell asleep as when she felt the limo stop and Mark get out she thought she was at home, but she wasn’t she didn’t know where she was. “Mark, where are we?” Mark opened the back door and climbed in next to her,. "No one who lives here is going to just quit work by never coming inagain. You have to go and hand in your resignation in person. I'll letyou off not having to give a two week notice, and you can be done today,if you go in wearing what I left you on the bed," She demanded.I meekly headed to the bedroom and looked at what she left there. Itwasn't anything too horrible, but it was women's clothes, as I suspected. Well, better one horrifying day than two weeks. I pulled up the black g-string,.