”“Well, I’d have to think about it.”“Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie. Can I call you Ronnie? You don’t have to think about it at all. You’re a bi...g cock slut. So much so that you’d fuck Fat Bastard if he walked in here with a foot of man meat in his shorts.”She actually blushed. Jim laughed.“C’mon, let’s go back to my room and I’ll take you someplace that your husband has never taken you before.”“My husband...” Jim cut her off.“Your husband is in California. You’re alone here dancing at some club in the. But this time, it was all different; for the first time,she hated what she was doing and she still had to do it. She had two choicesfor making this recording; she could either go easy on him but make it lastfor couple of hours or, she could do it severely from beginning to the endand shorten it considerably. It wasn't much of a choice but she went for thesecond option; as soon as it would all be finished, the better.Seeing him in agony like that, wasn't so thrilling as it used to be withothers;. As she lifted the top it caught on her hair and caused it to unfold and drop over her shoulders. She shook out her hair with a sexy toss of her head. She still had a little white bra on. Facing right at Dad she reached back and unhooked it. She hunched her shoulders forward and slipped the bra off in front. I couldn’t see her breasts right off, because she had turned away now and was walking over to the bed. This full frontal view of her had certainly brought my Dad’s cock up to full. I was finding that I actually meant everything that I said. I had missed Lisa and things had got twisted and nasty. It was genuinely nice to feel real affection towards her. I knew in those moments that my behaviour was manipulative, but I was using the truth to manufacture the situation I was looking for.“There we are then, that wasn’t so bad was it?” I went across to the window, opened it and took out a smelly cigar. “Do you mind?” I asked Lisa. “If you must,” she said, grabbed her.