She came in and I said haya and we got chatting. She said at one point that she had a hard day at work and I offered to rub her shoulders, Vanessa sai... how good it felt and I whispered that I would rub anywhere she wanted me to. One thing led to another and I was on my knees in the virtual space kissing her feet.We hit it off right away, private messages became vid chats, where she slowly ensnared my senses. We did things like her telling me how to touch myself, not cumming till I was given. I heard him grunt I think, then he did it with his penis. Then he came out and picked me up, he carried me to my bed without ever covering up my privates!. Then after he tucked me in he left but came right back and put something in my drawer. After he left I got up and looked in my drawer, she finished with. It was my panties!! I started to speak but she held up her hand with another finger up. Now she was whispering again. Next night, I did the same thing. Only this time daddy had left his. I loved to gamble money on underground fights. These fights were always more raw and interesting to me then professional fights that were probably being rigged by much richer gamblers than me. I didn't gamble expecting to win. I gambled for the pure adrenaline rush of feeling a part of these underground fights. If I won, I was in ecstasy. If I lost, I didn't have to explain it to anyone.Sometimes the fights were more brutal versions of MMA fights in which I could stand so close to the fight. It only made the oozing flush in her core even worse. She knew she was going to have to cum soon, before she went totally out of her mind. Only the hope her gorgeous father would soon be making her cum like never before kept her from wanting to scream. “Wait,” she stopped him. “You’re just in time. I need to shampoo.” “I’m sure you can manage…” “Not with this silly hose, I can’t,” she crooned. “I just get soap in my eyes trying to find it. Please?” “Okay, okay,” he surrendered. Carla knew.