She deserves to get spanked by more people than me. Someone else give it a try.” And after saying this he pulled her over to a table by the dance ...loor. He bent her over and spread her legs to expose her ass better. Worse yet, everyone could now see her wet, hairy cunt underneath. This fact was not lost on the men of the party. They were lining up to spank Rita and one said, “Look at the whore she isn’t wearing any panties.” The spanking started with a big black man, who obviously was. I would make little jokes and hug him tightly to try to cheer him up and he would brush my hair back with his hands and kiss my forehead holding me close. Then just meander off to whatever or wherever he was going.At night, I started going to his bedroom, climbing in bed, holding him in my arms while he slept. I cuddled against his back, pressing my breasts on his back, folded myself along the outside of his lower torso. Often he would push himself back against me, but remain sleeping.I think. ”“I imagine that can be a problem. Don’t worry on account of me. I’d sit here all evening watching you and consider my money well spent.”He was rewarded with a beaming smile of full lips and white, perfect teeth.“You, Captain, are a sweet talker. My mum warned me about sweet talkers.”“Why?”Her smile vanished. “They make you feel like you’re a real girl, and then they leave and you know you’re nothing but a whore.”Quickly, he took her hand and kissed it. “You are a real girl. You are witty, gay. ”My daughter said, “Cool. I’d like to leave it out where my friends can see it. By the way I’m going to invite Daisy to come home with me tomorrow.”My daughter took the dildo out of her mother’s lower dresser drawer and headed to her bedroom with it. My wife went into our bathroom to take a bubble bath, which meant that she could be in there for a good hour. I headed toward my daughter’s bedroom. She had made me a promise and I was going to collect.When I got there and opened her door she was.