Hmm hmm! Hurry up! Good girl, now throw that away too,” he kept ordering her again and again. She did everything he said.Finally, she was standing t...here with only her headcover.“Lay on your back,” he commanded. She tried to lay on the bed.“Not the bed, Bitch! Lay on the floor!” He shouted, angrily.She laid. He saw that she was pretty wet in her pussy already.He came, took off his shirt, pinned her against the floor and was about to penetrate her.“Please, no,” she pleaded.“Why the fuck not?”“I’m. "Kid-- baby- you don't know what you're doing." I do, I do!" Linda sobbed, and tore off her blouse to push the erect nipples of her shapely young breasts at him. When her father leaned back, she leaned forward, and he lifted his hands to ward her off. Instead, she pushed a tit at his mouth and his hands cupped her breasts, hesitated there a moment too long.Linda shipped off her mini and was bare-assed against him. Her lovely legs were up and over the arms of the chair, her naked buttocks. He took that as his opening; he thrust forward his strong arm rippling with muscles ending in a wicked blade. The motion was quick, snakelike, a flash of steel in a darkened alleyway, glinting despite the gloom. She ducked and twisted, a mesmerizing display of grace and economy. One small hand, pale, almost delicate-looking latched onto his wrist like an iron band. The other hand formed a fist, pulled back and struck at his heavy elbow. A faint cracking sound was followed by a yelp and the. I picked up the phone and I rang the number straight away. After a few rings, a nasal and rather pretentious voice answered the phone. ‘Yes?’ the man on the phone drawled out. ‘Uh yes… Hi. I’m calling about the job…?’ ‘Well if you’d like to come down this afternoon, I can let you know if you would be up to it.’ A few moments later and after jotting down some details, I hung up the phone and went upstairs to get ready. Time seemed to go past in a blur, and before I knew it, it was time for my.