He got mad at that, called her a bitch, and then – joy of all joys – turned his attention to me. ‘How come women can be such bitches?’ he snar...led drunkenly. ‘How come they always just tease? I bet you’re like that, aren’t you? Do you give it up?’ I tried to ignore him, but he wasn’t having it. ‘Come on, baby,’ he crooned, apparently realizing he might have come off a bit rough. ‘You wanna piece of this, doncha?’ ‘Bryan…,’ I began, not sure how to continue, ‘you’re drunk.’ ‘Naaaaaaahhhh,’ he. As it broke up, she took His arm as they walked out. At His instruction she texted Janet in HR tat she would be working at the site for the remainder of the day. Seeing the car made her almost gush and down low she said ‘Dammit I’m wet….JR.” ending with a smirk.I just smiled and continued to walk her arm in arm. “Well, let’s get you to the car.” I said, adding “Can’t help but wonder if you left a puddle in your chair.” The large SUV was still blocking us from the remainder of the lot, so I said. He flicked aside folds and stabbed areas never touched. And at each probe, my hole expanded beyond limits I thought impossible."A talented hole," he said between explorations.His words brought from me mounting desire, and his slow and loving technique contrasted sharply to any rimming encounter I had experienced. "You fucker," I said. "Eat my hole, daddy."The words came from my core; they came naturally and eagerly, and they came as if from a far-off place. If I had tried to script them, I was. " Why every day on weekends?"I knew as soon as I'd said it that she would ask."Well, Dad and I, we usually have sex on Saturday and Sunday and I like it that way, well, I might as well tell you the truth, he likes to give me oral sex, I've told you about what that is, and I like to be nice and smooth for him."She was feeling how smooth she was and asked me, "I seem all red down there, do you think it irritated me there?" Well, honey, let me ask you something. I know when I do it, when I shave.