I didn't have tobe asked twice. Bob became more demanding as the weeks rolled by. Not only did Ispit-shine his shoes and help with assignments, but... he told me to do hislaundry and pick up after him in the room. Actually I liked taking ordersfrom Bob as he was now the focus of my masturbating in the shower. Iimagined Bob standing in his uniform and me down on the floor licking hisshiny army dress shoes. As the fantasy grew in my mind I thought of Bobgiving me verbal abuse and then kicking my. Suddenly we are interrupted by an evil laugh ringtone coming from Kendra’s cell phone. She looks up at me and rolls her eyes in anger.“That’s my asshole step dad, always ruining everything. I’m not going to be yelled at this early in the morning, he can just leave me a voice mail.”“Oh come on, don’t be a baby… I think you should get it” I smirk, trying not to indicate anything with my words.She reluctantly rolls off the bed to retrieve her phone. Sitting back on the bed she stares at her phone. “Is he really that good?”Karen smiled dreamily. “He’s even better.”I decided to keep out of this conversation. I was just trying to keep from getting the “big head” from listening to my lovely lady brag on me! After we finished eating, Patty and John wandered off. Melissa and Paul stayed to talk.Melissa said, “Karen, is he really that good that he made you pass out?”“I think he’s better than that. He’s still just finding out where my buttons are and how to push them. Other times, like this. "What's up dad?" I asked as he came in."It's getting late you two, Brian it's time for you to be getting home,you can see Sandra again tomorrow." My dad said smirking and thensmiled at us."Ok Mr. D. I guess it is time to go, it's almost 9:30." Everyone I knowcalled my dad Mr. D. "See you tomorrow Sandra." Then he gave me afriendly hug goodbye.After Brian left I followed dad into the living room, I was sure hewanted to talk. I smoothed my skirt under me as I sat."So how is Brian taking all.