"Daddy, how could you?" she weeps a little. I slap her ass hard!"Your Daddy just gave you the best orgasm of your life you ungrateful little slut!"And... I scoop a handful of semen off your belly, brushing your flaccid cock with the back of my hand, as I smear your seed all over your daughter's hot red face. "Be grateful whore. This is where you came from"She's still tied in that little ball when your wife comes home.Opening the door and surprised by the scene, shaken but still a little confident,. Their lack of displayed emotion was frankly embarrassingin its own right. They just stared as my hand came down and I graspedmyself and squeezed lightly. I was expecting one of them to pull out anail file and begin working on her finger nails while humming to herself.Because of the embarrassment I was slowed down. At home, with theexcitement of the afternoon, I would have made short work of the job. Buthere not so much. When I came I heard the click of a stop watch and thescratch of pen on. Mrs. Adams, a very rich lady of mid-thirties was one of the customers and one of business associates of Julia’s business, they became close together, knowing more about each other by chatting and exchanging phone calls, Mrs. Adams happened to be interested in girls sexually, but that did not show much on her during her normal life. Mrs. Adams was a real good looking woman for her age, she takes real good care of herself, her body and her looks, she usually dresses in super expensive, hot. Then she flipped off the light.“Get naked and come lie down on the bed,” she whispered. I did.“You can’t touch me,” she continued whispering. “But there’s nothing saying I can’t play with myself and that you can’t play with yourself.”The idea of masturbating next to her while she did the same made me immediately hard.“I have to get myself off a lot,” she said softly. “I think about you a lot when I do it. Do you remember that one night when you came to my apartment?”I did. It wasn’t a night I.