I sighed and pushed myself away from my work station. Opening my door I walked quickly down the stairs and tried my best to smile at Ashleigh as I pas...sed her and headed for the kitchen. “I don’t know what you are smiling about, you get to stay home tonight and suck like you always do.” “Of course,” I answered, trying my best to avoid any type of conflict. The best thing I could do was try not to argue with them. That only allowed for me spend even more time in my room, or even worse, spend some. Why?” she sobbed as her father knelt beside her.“I have cancer honey, and I only have 2 months to live!” he replied as he brushed her hair out of her face.“No you sick fuck! Why this?, you fucking freak!” she screamed at her father then spat in his face. “Do you know what I’ve fucking been through! You are fucking sick! A FUCKING SICK TWISTED MOTHER FUCKER!” she screamed then spat in his face again.“Shhh, shhhh baby! It’s ok, I didn’t know it was you! I didn’t ask them to get you for me. I just. .uh...don’t call me...uh...a…’ ‘What?’ Darius asked. Her blouse came undone, and her lovely warm breasts spilled out of her top, her pert boobs pointing at him, begging to be touched. He sighed. ‘Is this the slut thing?’ ‘Mmm, yess...I’m not a...I’m not a hot little…’ Isabelle bucked on the table as he probed his finger around her pussy lips. Her breasts bounced with every tremor.‘If you’re not a slut, then why am I wasting my time?’ Asked Darius, retracting his finger. It pulled back a. I would spit on him, and whip him until he was bruised and almost bleeding. Crush his cock with my foot, and kick him in the balls. I would lock him outside naked, even in the cold New York winter. When I opened the door, he was dutifully waiting for me ready to lick my pussy and be whipped again. He was married and could only come by twice a month, but they were always fun. My slave Don was also married, but his wife was aware of me, she just didn’t like or understand his kinks. Don/Allison.