I should be pure. I shouldn’t be a slut. But I was. I didn’t want my daddy to hate me. I wanted him to love me. To fuck me.To use me like a whore....His hands clenched. I whimpered, my heart exploding in terror as something crossed his bearded face.Mrs. UmayyahI hoped my daughter was taking care of my husband. Karim deserved her underage cunt wrapped about his dick for being such a good provider. He had every right to use the little slut. It was a shame she wasn’t pure like me. Wasn’t a good,. She just stood there. I snaped my fingers in front of her eyes and she came out of it and smiled at me and said good morning. And started fixing breakfast like she always did. Was not like I thought it would be when I give her orders she would be in a trance and do what ever I told her. But she was herself when I was not. Except for last night when she took over with mark. Then lied to me like I did not know. Mark came down a bit latter and we had breakfast. I noticed Tina glancing at her son. Ericka said that we should do this to our mother. We, yes we, she wanted to know all the deep dark secrets that woman has in her closet.I had someone else to do first, my boss’ wife. I needed to get something on her so that she would convince my boss to promote me and make my life a lot easier. Ericka offered to help me out. Great!I found out when my boss was going out of town and scheduled that day off. Ericka was knocking on her door as her husband’s plane was taking off. In a few minutes. "No," he said after a moment's thought. "How can I be?"Christy slipped off the edge of the bed and knelt in from of him. She fished in his pajamas and pulled his hardening cock out. "Let me show you I'm not angry either." Christy, Joshua is in the kitchen and the door is open," he said to her.Reluctantly, she got to her feet but promised they would save this for later.They finished getting dressed and made it to church in time. They met Julie in the hallway that led to the children's Sunday.