What was worse, she was going to be fucked with her own husband's approval. She wanted to scream out, but the tightness in her cunt prevented her beca...use her treacherously throbbing cunt wanted it whether she did or not! It was hopeless, utterly hopeless, and she was trembling all over, the heat of his still hotly burning cum on her tits turning her whole body to soft, sensuous jelly."W... what do you want me to do?" she asked, trying to make the best out of the situation. She figured that if. The adverse publicity this episode generates will give me all the reason I need. There’s also the fact that a lot of studios come to Barton with their hand out every time there is a big-budget film on tap and they need money. My mother transferred control of that section of the company to me. The Lambswool stock is through the family, not the corporation. I hold that now, too. I could keep her from doing TV or Broadway if I really pressed it. I won’t. I probably won’t even keep her out of. May I take your place as a ‘slave for a month’? Please.”Nadine chuckled. She knew she was already off the hook, but seeing the posh blonde humiliating herself like this was exhilarating. She had always envied those spoiled brats that have everything so easily.“I don’t know, girl. Can you even take orders? I don’t want Mark to disappoint his customers.”Kathleen simply nodded.“Show me”, she said giggling, “roll over the floor, I think you are too clean for a slave”Kathleen blushed. She found the. Getting up off of the couch, Tamara went upstairs for a shower.Despite the cool air-conditioning on in the house, that had already turned her nipples a bit hard she was still feeling a bit sweaty. Walking up the stairs--if one were to stand right beneath her they'd notice indeed she was wearing nothing underneath the T-shirt she had made into a nightshirt.Passing both her room and her fathers,she noted he was stretched out on his bed. The door to his room seemed to be slightly ajar allowing her.