Conversation swirled around the dinner. Daddy kept the vibrator humming off and on and he seemed to know just when I was about to cum and he would swi...ch it off leaving me dying for more. I was visibly sweating now, and my breath was coming in hard little pants. My Grandpa noticed that something was wrong."Delilah honey, are you ok?" He looked at me with concern. I assured him I was fine. My Aunt and Uncle were staring at me. I started to speak and excuse myself from the table, but the little. He had his phone out. He struck up a conversation and they exchanged a few words. I had to look away to tell the cashier what I wanted. When I looked back, the tall gentleman was walking away and staring at his phone, while Danielle had a bored expression on her face. She told me he had asked for her number, but she had declined, and just given him the ID of her Insta page.This happens ALL of the time. It doesn't matter if I'm standing right next to Danielle... pretty much every time we go out. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck that, wouldn't you, you old man? But you can't! This is my whore and you will have to pay me if you want to touch this slut." Frank laughed in the homeless guy's face.Bree was humiliated. Never in a million years before her new life would she have even looked at a homeless person on the street. Now here she was showing this dirty old man her pussy! "I feel so fucking dirty. This is gross. But I guess this is what I am now, a dirty fucking cunt whore," Bree thought. We even got into some role play games where she dresses up in her old college cheerleader uniform and she calls me coach. That turns me on big time since she still has the luscious figure she had in high school which meant that the uniform fit her like a glove.The next day we were back to our weekly routine with school and college classes during the day and family time in the evenings. When those four ladies gang up on me in a card game, board game or a tickle fest I don't stand a chance. But.