You help Naomi and she helps you.

You carry a few plates into the kitchen, watching the sway of Naomi's rump as she walks before you. The two of you put the plates down and before she can turn back to the dining room you step in front of her, your hands on her hips as you trap her against the counter. Her eyes are hot and liquid, but flickering with nervousness.

"Not...not now..." she stammers quietly. "My husband...your wife...please Mr. Chandler..."

"That's not what you called me earlier," you growl softly, squeezing her rump and pulling her closer, looking at her with predatory eyes.

"Please...Da...Daddy..." she whispers. "Not now...please..."

You cut her off, your mouth devouring hers as you press her against the counter. There's a moment of hesitation, then her mouth slackens and she surrenders to you, her tongue hot and eager, her hands clutching at your shoulders. When you break the kiss to nuzzle her neck she moans, grinding herself against you.

"You make me crazy," she whimpers. "But we can't...not right here...what if they came back...they'd see...Oh God Daddy!" She gives a little whine as you pull her skirt up, squeezing the flesh of her rump. "Daddy...oh God...I'd be noisy...please Daddy...let me..." she begs, one hand fumbling to find your zipper.

"Fucking slut," you chuckle softly, pulling your zipper down and fishing out your cock as you look into her wanton eyes.

"Yes Daddy...your slut...your little whore...your little suck slut..." she murmurs as she sinks to her knees, looking up at you with submissive, adoring eyes. She holds your stiff cock with one hand, pumping it slowly, then laps at the tip with her hot pink tongue, her eyes never leaving yours.

You sneer down at her, holding her head as you push your meat into her tender mouth, watching her eyes widen as you fill her. She starts to bob her head, her eyes wild and wanton, her hands stroking and squeezing you.

"Look at you, you slutty little bitch," you laugh quietly. "On your knees sucking cock. It's just what you're made for isn't it? Answer me, slut."

"Yes..yes Daddy," she gasps, pulling her mouth of you for a moment. "I'm your bitch...your slutty bitch Daddy...Oh God I feel so wicked...and so good..." She moans softly before engulfing your cock again, sucking it fiercely. One of her hands leaves your cock and slides under her skirt and she starts to rock her hips rhythmically as she blows you.

You grin at her as she sucks and slurps, her hand moving under her skirt as she plays with herself. It's only been ten minutes since Laurel and Philip went upstairs to look at his photography, and the way Naomi is going after your cock it won't take you long to finish.

But you're tempted to pull her to her feet and bend her over the counter, cramming her wet cunt full of man meat. You know she's so horny she wouldn't object, and you could always shove a dishcloth in her mouth to muffle her squeals.

It's nearly decision time.