That was in case Tasha decided she didn’t like the industrial look after all. Thomas also cut the hole, through the back wall, for the clothes drye...r vent. Obviously it wasn’t a cheap job. Thomas had a couple of his tattooed friends helping him. One of them got out of line with Tasha. She almost broke his hand.“You bitch,” he said. I happened to be standing in on the same floor. I hurried as fast as my gimpy legs would carry me. I was a little too late to prevent Tasha from breaking his. Acts of sexual congress with the sort of man you need to be with should be to you "my punishment", "my attitude adjustment", "my lesson", "my breeding", "my workout", "my treatment", "my training", "being put through my paces", "my medicine", "having some respect fucked into me" or the like. Intercourse! You poor thing.As to your proximate predicament, you should either start calling him (and thinking of him ) as Daddy all the time, or get rid of this guy and find a more Stepdaddy-like mentor. ” I rested my head on the table and went to kiss her feet, but she shoved her big toe in my mouth and it made me gag. Everybody started to look at me, Zainab quickly pulled her feet away and asked “Are you okay?”, innocently with a smile on her face. As the lesson finished she said, “R.......... can you stay behind please I need to talk to you.” Once the entire class had left the room, she started to laugh and said, “Had a good lesson?” She asked knowing the answer. I shook my head and she. I smiled. Fuck you. Though, I have to admit I was curious. It's always fascinating to me to see what others come up with that I've never thought of. I'm guessing Donna could teach me a thing or two."How do you think she's doing?" Marco asked. "That floor mat was fucking evil."I nodded. "A friend of mine suggested it a few years ago and I've kept the idea around ever since. Daisy was the perfect candidate to try it out." I'll say. She's fucking twisted," Mark said. "Never saw anyone who came at.