Styrgon herself, president of Styrgon Industries, here to offer your glorious tribe a fortune for your homelands."George always talked like that, like... his grandfather. Joanna hated his old-school-babbling and threw daggers at him with her eyes. He was a softie, like his grandfather and, sadly, like her own daughters. Cynthia had been a necessity to force John into the marriage, and Penelope to secure her bond to his money when he was starting to have doubts since he knew her better, but they. She wore black stockings and, as she tried several pairs of shoes, I caught multiple glimpses of her white panties. Of course, the contrast between black and white clothing and her pink skin, soon got me all hot and hard. When the time on the clock showed five-thirty, I turned the sign to closed, locked the door, and shut the blinds. "Oh no, you can’t be closing,” she cried.“Don’t worry," I told her. "I won't let you go until you get your new shoes." "Oh goodie. Thank you.”Eventually, she tried. I was pushing back on her and she was thrusting into me and then I suddenly felt this warming as my orgasm was building. In and out, in and out it slid as she built up speed and rhythm. “Oh yeah baby” I said as she fucked me hard and fast and then it hit me, the rush of fire as my juices exploded and I tightened up my cunt mussels squeezing her dick tight inside me. “Oh yeah, keep fuking me like that baby, fuk me like a ragdoll, fuking rag doll me you bitch. Aaaarrrrrrgghhhhhhhhhhhh I’m. Your tits are so incredible!" I began to massage my tits which made my father apparently hornier. "So dad what are you thinking when you look at my tits?" "All sorts of fucking dirty, lustful, incestuous thoughts Tamika! Fuck, if only you weren’t my daughter!” I let my father stroke his cock a bit longer before I decided to give him a taste of his fantasies. I looked at my father and said while massaging my tits, “Like what dad? Are you thinking about feeling my tits?” At that point I.