I know what I’d like to have said, but it was more than my job was worth and I told her as much. “So who employs you?” I told her and she asked ...who paid them which was obviously, if indirectly, her. “So, you work for me so it’s more than your jobs worth not to do as I ask; right?” I nodded, not really know what to say or do. She was standing a few feet in front of me, hands on hips “Show me your cock”. This was too much, I hesitated and she insisted, “ I know what guys are doing me watching me. Especially compared to others her age, she was still in good shape. To Jeff, it was a non-issue, he didn’t care. He was satisfied that she did what she could to care for herself. She still looked good to him. He was glad that she did not color her hair. Barbara interpreted Jeff’s lack of concern as indifference. She was self-conscious of her aging. She woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and found that she was no longer a blushing maiden. It made her rage internally. Jeff sensed her. " ... to fill me. Yes, guys, I want this. Bob told you right: take me!"Our regard turned to Sandra. She did not wait for a question, chirping, "I'm in! Bob has shown me several varieties of good time, and several of them I never imagined participating in, let alone enjoying. This party aspect is new to me, but, likely, none of the rest of it is. Besides, with me here, maybe Maryann can relax enough to enjoy herself, since another girl is along for the ride."Andy took a step forward, and. "Tell me exactly who you are and what you want." Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm a needy, wanton little slut. Please, I want to cum." I whimpered. He grabbed my nipples and roughly twisted them. "Cum for me, then. Cum like the needy, wanton pain slut you are."His rough treatment of my nipples sent electric shocks to my clit and my pussy spasmed as I came for the second time. My head tossed from side to side as I rode the wave of orgasm that crashed over my body. I opened my mouth in a silent scream,.