!"Darla chuckled. "So Michael..." she realised her mistake. "Sorry Catherinedo you like dressing as a girl?" Please call me C.J Mrs Hughes. That way y...u'll know which Catherineyou're talking to," C.J replied. "Dressing as a girl is a pleasantexperience. And I am finding how I'm dressed to be very comfortable. AndI feel..." C.J looked at both Mum and me. "And I feel whole, complete someword to describe how I feel escape me." Of course C.J. I think I know how you feel," she wagged her finger. ++ Daisy, you’ve seen too many movies. What you’ve seen is 20th century pimping. In the 21st century, a pimp is more like a business manager. He books the gigs, he ensure the talent gets paid, and he protects the talent from the bad men that are out there. ++++ Do you think that there is anything wrong with an empowered woman getting paid for fucking? ++ No. Women should be able to fuck just like men. If men pay the women, there is nothing wrong with that. After all, it’s only sex. ++ You’re. Early on in our relationship Daddy had punished me once by having me write lines. I had to write, "I am my Daddy's slut" 500 times. Even as my wrist and fingers began to ache, my pussy tingled as I served out my punishment at work, in the coffee shop, on the bus. I had half wanted to be observed so I could explain myself. “I did something Daddy didn’t like and this is my punishment.” I realized as I drove to the gym that I had forgotten what infraction had triggered the punishment, but Daddy. A few moments more and he pulled his big dick out of my ass and pounded his cock until he blasted a massive load of hot cum all over my cock, belly, chest and face. His wife bent over and started to lick all the cum off my chest and face, and kissed me with a mouthful of his spunk. We made out, sharing his cum as he licked all the cum off my cock. I couldn't wait anymore. I exploded in his mouth so much that cum ran out of both corners of his mouth. As both of us men laid there catching.