She had expected him to give her a cursory interview and get her out of the way. But she could see that, if he were not interested in her as a person,... he was at least making every effort to show her that she was both respected and valued. I’m sure because of his relationship with my father. Trying to respond in kind she said, “I can come back tomorrow after I’m finished.” Hot flashes coursed throughout her body at his nod and confirming smile.Clearing her throat, she gave him the first of her. If he'd had any second thought about what he planned, they were dashed by the wetness he noticed between her thighs. With a growl he pushed the chair back and knelt behind her, beginning to smack her ass quickly, leaving red prints where his palm landed. With each smack her cries grew louder and her body jerked in an attempt to get away, but her pussy was dripping now and that was all he needed for confirmation that she loved everything he was doing. With a rough shove, he pushed her chest to. Sit, child and be comfortable. So you are Ruth Andrews' granddaughter. Are you the one she always speaks about?" Ma'am," Waif responded, the question implied in her tone of voice."Ruth talks about a sweet grandchild from up north who got very sick and almost died. One who was never healthy enough to come visit her for the summer? Last we spoke she said that the girl might be well enough to make the trip this year, is that you?" Brett asked.Waif blushed, "Yes, ma'am, that's me. Finally this year. Ralph is nice in that way. He'll make me do all sorts of disgusting things once I've suggested them. But he doesn't say anything about my pathetic jugs. I mean I actually love doing shitty things like sticking my tongue in his asshole while he calls me words that describe accurately what I am. "Shit eating ass licking slut" for starters. Cock sucker, bitch, whatever. But if he mentions my mounds at all, he tries to sound nice. Since there's not much he can say nice that sounds realistic he's.