So, soon Susan called the number. The voice of the answering machine, or perhaps it was voice-mail, prompted her to leave her name and number. After a...slight hesitation, she had done so. This was on a Thursday afternoon, and she finally received a return call on her cell phone the following morning. The caller, Peter, told her that he was returning her call, and that he supposed she was calling in response to his ad in the paper. Susan responded that she hadindeed .“I’d like to set up a meeting. ’ She took a slurp from the cup and continued in her defense, ‘besides, school uniforms don’t exactly look great on an eighteen year old girl, do they?’ I almost choked on a mouthful of tea. ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ I teased. She gave a knowing laugh and for a moment her worries left her face and she looked sensational. I added mischievously, ‘I bet you’d look good in one.’ She gave a girlie giggle, ‘You know how to flatter me, Dave.’ ‘You don’t need flattering, Jill,’ I said and then in a more. “First you need to suck Daddy’s cock, sweetie. Get out your toy and deep throat it for Daddy; do it real well and then Daddy will reward you by letting you put it in your pussy.” I don’t wait for him to say anything else, I pull out my toy and take it all the way into my mouth, choking and gagging as it hits the back of my throat. I start working it over like I would his cock, moaning and gasping and choking all the way. My pussy is sloppy wet; I can feel my juices running down my thighs but I. ”I walked through to the small dining room where some paintings on the wall caught my eye. There were four small landscapes, and I realised they showed the same landscape painted in different seasons.“Do you like them?” Sam had come through carrying a tray with the food which he placed in the middle of the table.“They look great. Did you do them?”He came over to stand next to me as I looked at the pictures, and I caught a hint of scent as he reached out to point to one of the pictures. He.