Her rich auburn hair, spread out on the pillow like a halo. Her large, full breasts, encased in an emerald green bra, smooth stomach, right down to he... sweet spot, hidden by matching green panties. He dropped to his knees in front of her, ready to worship her. He loosened his tie and placed it on the bed, where he could find it for later. He started at her feet, drawing a slow continuous line up the inside of each leg with his tongue. She did well not to move, but he could hear her sigh, as he. She recognised the road outside at the end of the long garden. It was The Bishop's Avenue! One of her friends at school had lived here - one of her very much richer friends! This man - her rescuer - wasn't merely nice. He was nice and extremely rich with it!Being nice was good. Being rich was even better. Being nice AND rich was to attain heights of goodness that the majority of us can only dream of!She reached the hallway and saw an open door. A man was standing inside the room, bending over. Her mind was completely fixated on that uncountable stretch of time when she and Carter were as still as statues, staring into each other’s eyes. Never in her life had she ever been so terrified and afraid of her life, but also never felt so… comforted. As scared as she was of the serial killer that had just massacred dozens of people right in front of her, looking into his eyes actually made her feel safe and feel like she wasn’t alone. She hadn’t even wiped away the dots of blood on her face.. I felt Daddy's lips come down on my head, and heard him take in a deep breath, capturing the scent of my shampoo, as he began to whisper."That's right baby. You come for me. Come for your Daddy, Jessica. Does that feel good?"I whispered back, "it feels wonderful." Are you going to come for me?" Yes Daddy, for you."Daddy's hand moved and he cupped the breast closes to him as he bent his head down and took the nipple into his mouth. I lost all control then, and began to come. My body bucked.