"Sandra pushed out a wonderful son for you and has been nothing, but supportive of you in your career, so be nice," I warned him, prior to reinserting... his wood. "I apologize, Gia, but shit, I didn't expect that kind of attitude from you, considering you're cheating too. It won't happen again, I promise," he stated, before placing his hands on my head again. "Your mouth is worth it, I swear," he moaned, prior to angling his head back. 'Only if you truly appreciated her before, maybe she wouldn't. And Mrs. Carsillo. My mom didn't want to argue with me and took the other four with her. I sat outside listening to my music for about a half hour before I went in to try the water. Thankfully the hot water was restored. I figured I'd take this time to jerk off too. I couldn't get the images of Valeri and Mrs. Carsillo in their bikinis out of my head. A combination of the warm water and the warm sun shining down through the window behind me felt really good as I stroked my cock. I was so hard. He would never be able to get a job. Not with the way he looked. “If you keep losing weight, sure someone would hire your worthless ass.”If his mother could have been there, maybe she would have said something to her husband about the words. Then again, maybe his father would never had said them to begin with.“You should thank someone when they compliment you.”“Thank you sir,” Jacob spat out fast and as sincerely sounding as he could muster. “Go back to bed,” his father said. “I’ll be gone in. I, as a Muslim girl was brought up without ever considering myself as girl, one who could be appreciated, liked or praised as beautiful, pretty or charming. I was not allowed to use any makeup. I was a commodity or at best a chattel who would at appropriate time be handed over to a male for procreation. After meeting Puja, who used little makeup for the College, I started having weird thoughts, comparing my own self with Puja.I was not Caucasian white but have much fairer color than Puja, my.