”“Well, what it is, Dad?” I asked.“The man who hired me right out of college, died recently. He had no heirs, no brother or sisters. I found o...ut that he left me most everything he had.”Mom had dropped onto his lap and asked, “What did he leave you?”“Three homes in three states, and $23,450,000. My lawyer has told me not to touch it until the probate was over. It was, as of yesterday. All the property and bonds are in my name. I took the time to create a will for myself.”“Is there something. First he pulls a few small pills from a little plastic container in his right hand; they are anti-inflammatories to stop the swelling in your hips, the swollen bits go tough when they cook. He grasps them in the tips of his fingers and gently pushes his whole hand into your mouth, he finds the entrance to your throat and tries to get the pills down it. They won't go, his hands are too big. He leaves them in the back of your mouth and gets his large cock out again, then uses it to shove the. He immediately grabbed me closer to him and started kissing me on my lips and fondling my boobs, which caused the milk to splatter, wetting my bra and blouse. He also started making circles around my belly button using his hands. Then he pushed me to the bed and took a full bottle of wine from the mini bar and poured some of it on my navel and started drinking it.This went on for some time and he gradually removed my blouse and bra and started fondling my boobs and slowly put his mouth on it,. It's always a bit of a game of "Simon says," really. Except that there's no trick - I just do everything he asks. I think he enjoys the control almost as much as I enjoy being an obedient little girl. Finally, he'll have me turn to face him again and he'll simply say, "That's my good girl. Now let's take those clothes off and we'll get started." My face instantly feels flushed and the butterflies in my tummy start, along with the tingling a little further down. I usually bite my bottom lip (he.