” He paused for effect. “I, for starters, once used to be her rent boy, or whatever you wanna call it.” The young man waited a moment to let the...words sink in. “Sorta...” *** Our confessional story starts way back when I was one of these lazy ass students. I used to cut most classes and hang out in that oh-so intellectual café like all my fellow hipsters and read my share of Sartre, Nietzsche, Milton and Salinger, you name them. And no, my confession will not be based on my hedonistic lifestyle. As I sat up and spread my legs I reached for my own phone and we both followed the movement of his hand with our cameras, filming his fingers moving hard and fast in and out of my excited wet cunt until he said 'I'm gonna have to fuck you again stay there' As he prepared himself I indicated my phone and asked if I could film his cock doing me. He asked if it would excite me later when I watched it. I said 'of course' then he asked if I'd touch myself as I was watching it. Again I said 'of. She was always beautiful. Whenever I go to her house in the childhood, I tried a lot to fantasize her by touching. Many times I had masturbated remembering her, especially during my college days. I had released liters of cum on her pics.As my wife stays in the village, I only get chance to have sex during weekends. Then my wife got pregnant, and I didn’t have sex from the last 2-3 months. My mind was restless after seeing her without a bra. My sixth sense was telling that something will happen. I’m glad because I have something important to tell you daddy…Dad: Let me sit down and you climb into my lap and tell me.Sasha: I was very naughty daddy.Dad: I cannot imagine my little angel being naughty. What did you do?Sasha: The big boy next door and I have been playing games while you were away.Dad: What kinds of games, Baby?Sasha: I have been playing with his Dolly.Dad: That doesn’t sound so naughty.Sasha: Chucky said it was naughty and to keep it a secret from everyone.Dad: Then why are.