The men, while they talked about their "High School soccer stars" all had to rub their crotches, for some reason.Cindy and Denise were almost in tears... laughing so hard, but stopped as one father began to massage his daughter's "aching legs" after the game, in the privacy of their own home. When "Daddy" suggested that her uniform was in the way, she coyly removed it, along with her sports bra and panties, for some reason, and lay down on the bed.It was obvious where this was going. Denise and. Darrel had drilled into her the importance of making this man happy. ‘Everything depends on this,’ he had said, ‘how it goes will coincide with your willingness to do as he says.’ She was not too keen on the idea of pleasing Prescott but the alternative of jail appealed even less. She knew that even after last night Darrel was capable of dropping her in an instant.“Let’s go then,” said Prescott bringing her back to the present, “we have reservations for eight.” Dinner went well, save the lack. Besides, the cops were all black and (as I found out over time) some were very well hung. That made payment even more enjoyable.It was the same thing with my original moke driver, Georges. I made sure I kept him well paid and up to date. Paying him was all pleasure; Georges was in his middle 40’s, had a beautiful thick eleven inch cock and, could make this little cunt scream with pleasure. When he was off-island for a few days, he made sure I was set-up with another driver. The replacement was. It was the most beautiful experience of my life, he was inside me, his cock doing incredible things to my pussy, but he was washing my hair running his shampoo laden hands through it sensuously as he moved inside me, he washed my face, my neck, my breasts and my back and it was only when he moved his hands downwards to wash my bottom, that I exploded and swore at him obscenely,"Will you stop being so fucking nice and gentle and just fuck me?"He grinned at me and turned me round roughly so that.