“I need to get a pack of cigarettes,” said the stranger, suddenly. “Stop there. I’ll be quick.”When they parked in a convenience store parki...g lot, the woman gestured for Melody to get out, and led her to another car parked in the same lot.Bobby Wilson - obviously older, but undeniably Bobby - was in the back seat of the car.When the strange woman got in the driver’s side, Melody climbed in the passenger side.“Hi,” said Bobby to Melody. He then faced the driver. “Nobody’s interested in. .and 'Yes, Sir' is the only response I want to hear or I send you out of here to deal with them thugs on the porch." I slowly slip off the couch on to my knees, now I'm looking up directly at his cock hanging right in my face. I try to keep my head down keeping it out of my line of sight. "The study isn't going to work if you don't look at it" he says. I look up, I really didn't want to get slapped or worse yet, sent out on the porch. It was still there, now inches in front of me. I could feel. We made our way across to the taxi rank and I sat down on the bench and Pia keeled over, lying on the pavement, one leg upright and showing her crotch and completly out for the count.Of course I was worse for wear, so when our new found sugar daddy appeared and offer help, who was I to protest.Bundeled into the cab with all of us in the back seat and daddy in-between us we drove back to our flat, I noticed how his free hand was working Pias' crotch, but as he was getting some refund on his. When she would masturbate to achieve pleasure it always took a good half hour or longer to really do it right. But not guys, not the first time. The first time was never long.Now a regular of hers, her only real regular these days, had told her it was because she was so attractive. That it was a compliment; that she was too cute, too sexy, too tight and too good at coitus for any man to hold out. She was glad that she had never ended up wasting time with the boys at school. They wouldn’t.