You want to be .

"I saw Daddy with one of his office girls..." your lips are loose, but your already ditzy mind is addled, your answer isn't just going to be a straight one. "He didn't ask her. He just kissed her and touched her." Your lips wrap experimentally around Mr Williams' tip. "He told her to give him a blow job. He told her they'd have sex..." You whimper a little, while one hand is holding Mr Williams' shaft, the other has pushed your skirt up to begin pressing at your slit through your panties.

"Did it excite you?" He asks, his hand moving from your cheek to tangle in your long, silky hair. The tighter grip makes you shudder.

"It was suuuper sexy," you purr, giggling a little as you do. "He told the girl to come back again for more tomorrow...and she did. I spied on them and she came, and even when she said no Daddy would make her." You wrap you lips around the head again, and this time you can feel Mr Willaims begin to push your head down. You're too far gone to panic and his **** instead excites you further.

"Do you want someone to **** you?" Mr Williams asks and you find you like the wicked smile growing on his face.

"Nu-uh..." you shake your head as he pulls you up. "**** is mean," you pout, sitting back and thrusting your bountiful chest out. "I just want a man to make me and **** me and stuff." No one ever said you were smart, in fact, that's kind of how you got here on your knees in the first place.