She felt the spunk hitting her first across her chest then lower and lower with each diminishing shot. “I want to cum again” she said, “Finger m... now” Never one to refuse an offer I stuck one finger, then two in her pussy whilst massaging her clit with my thumb. Within seconds she was thrashing about on the bed as her second orgasm hit her. Her breathing finally slowed down “Go and clean up” she said “Leave me here for a few minutes to recover” I smiled and got dressed, preparing to sneak out. ” In a minute he’d want me to finger myself I thought. Fuck I was hungry. Doing this as I now was for a living meant that little twat at the fashion show fitting had been right. I needed to loose a kilo, and keep myself toned, and fucking salad for lunch wasn’t doing my rumbling stomach any favours.“That your stomach love?” Dave asked from behind his camera.“No, a fucking earthquake,” I replied.“All right, only asking…can we see your clit?”I brought my finger up, and moved my outer labia a. Had he seen her there? He couldn't remember. She was a short, round, boxy woman, but he didn't mind that. What struck him more was that she had big, sympathetic eyes, and a kind of fleshiness that reminded him of a woman he had once known, who liked to have sex in front of a big picture window. That was how they'd met, in fact— apartments side by side, and she had begun putting on shows in front of his window. A strange way to meet someone, but it made sense in the city, where no one ever met. I stretched out on the bed, my body ached a little, but was still humming from the mind blowing orgasm I had before the mirror. I felt bone tired, but also hyper at the same time. I pulled daddys pillow under my head, his scent surrounded me I guess I fell asleep because the next thing I knew something very cold slid up the inside of my thigh, making me jump. I looked up and daddy stood over me. Sure Im outside battling the elements and you are in here warm and snug taking a nap. He teased.