“Please can we stop now, Mr. D’Angelo?”“No hun, I have to see that teenage pussy of yours. Just let me see it.”“If I show you, can we stop...after that?”“Sure hun…”I reluctantly step back as he sat down on the bed. I undid my belt and popped the button on my jeans and slowly unzip the zipper. His eyes are transfixed on my hands. My jeans were really tight as I wriggled out of them and threw them on the chair. I had on hot shiny pink bikini panties.“Come here hun”. I did and he reached out his. We talked while I drove and I admitted to him I really probably wasn't interested and apologized and offered to take him back, but he just asked flat out if I'd like a "no strings attached" blow job. I have to admit I was already hard thinking about being sucked off, and having gone without pussy for a while, well, we went to a place I knew where we could park and be left alone. Once I parked he unzipped my fly, I slid my jeans down to my ankles, and I have to admit, when he bent over and put. Unko dekhte hi mera lund khara ho gaya,aur sucha ki shalo ko zarure chodonga.main apney bike me tha aur woh aur unke bete nitu auto se aayee thee..main bike aapna bag lekar aaya tha.phir maine kaha aap loog mere bike baith jao.to woh loog baithgaye maine kaha ki jo pechey baithega woh mere bag ko pakdega.Shalo bhabhi mere peche baithe aur nitu last me baithe.Shalo bhai ka touch jaise hi mere jism me hua mujhe current si lage and pyasa lund turrent khada ho gaye aur chuchi baar baar mere peth ma. “Why do I still bother with this stupid job anyway,” I thought to myself while washing my hair. “Thanks to dad, I’ve got enough money for two lifetimes.”My father was a grade-A womanizer. There’s no telling how many brothers and sisters I actually have. I’ve never met any because Doug was excellent at not being found by his numerous conquests. My mother was an exception to that rule. I don’t remember her at all, but according to Doug, she showed up at his door drunk with 2-year-old me in tow.