I stare at him for a second, wanting to argue, but I do. He’s told me, multiple times, the stress he puts on proper respect. ‘I’m sorry, master....’ I mumble finally. And I am. I truly don’t want to piss him off. I suppose technically I’m not sorry about the right thing, then. I conveniently leave this out of the conversation and smile brightly. ‘Well, it’s definitely you at least.’ He smiles again, showing off white, even fangs. I shiver and whimper as he begins unbuttoning my shirt. He smiles,. As I do, I briefly catch my own eye in the mirror and oddly enough think of my mother back home, which brings me a brief moment of shame and guilt.But I quickly push these emotions aside, as I think how my father clearly doesn’t give a shit about my mother right now. Oh no, he only has eyes for one woman this evening. And right now he’s probably got his cock buried deep inside her.Their illicit fuck would be fast and frantic, I think, as I increase the pace of my stroking, in contrast to the. Shoot your yummy cum down your cum bucket's mouth." What would bimbo say hearing you talk like a cock hungry slut?" I asked, as my hand reached back and stroked his completely stiff cock.He groaned, "Aaaah, who cares what she would say, I'm your cock hungry slut." My cocksucker?" I asked."Yes, your cocksucker, or anything else you want to call me," he said, his eyes never leaving my hard cock.Satisfied, I shoved my cock back into his mouth, letting go of his cock. Although awkward because he. Cum pouring out of her in gallons. I was sickened by what I saw. I couldn't believe that she would look so, well, satisfied. She looked like she was truly happy to be there, doing that.There she stood, next to the desk, sobbing and crying. I looked over at Mark and found him crying also. Bastard! Damn him! This was his entire fault, and there he is apologizing and crying about what had happened to Sue. She had been through a lot over the last year. I couldn't get my thoughts in order, and.