My cock was rock hard and I moved between her spread legs. She looked at me and said, "Aren't you going to spend a little time getting me ready?"I sti...ll had no idea what game she was playing here, but she had been shocking me since the moment dad left and I felt that it was time to push back."No. If you are going to be a whore you need to get used to doing without foreplay" and I pushed my cock between her pussy lips and shoved. She gave a little cry as half my cock drove into her. She was. The week before Christmas we were invited to a Christmas party at her boss’s house; he was a bit of a jerk, nice looking guy who married well. His wife’s family was loaded (but she was ugly as hell) and he and his wife lived in the Fairfield area of Shreveport in one of those two story colonial style homes. As my wife got dressed that night I noticed instead of pantyhose like she always wore she was putting on a pair of black thigh high stockings. I said, “I have never seen you wear stockings,. She swallows, grins nervously and replies yes. He continues to stare at her for a moment. He licks his lips and takes a sip of his tea. "You will be subject to my every whim today. I will use you, I will take advantage of my power over you. You will probably get some pleasure from these things as well. Tomorrow morning, you will leave, continue your journey. Only your memories will follow you." She wonders what this means to her as she slowly sips the warm tea. She wonders what will be asked of. “And it’s under a different name, sssso it’s separate, and—“ She looked confused.“How would you have stumbled across them? They’re under a different name, you would have had to have looked through uh, though my agent.”My hand massaged closer to her pussy, drenched from the pool water and squeezed tight into those jean shorts. I didn't bother answering, just kept rubbing to see what she’d do. I was pretty fucking drunk, but Victoria looked on the edge of passing out. My fingers brushed against.