Her Daddy had made her wear that style once before when he took her out to a fancy restaurant. During the dinner, while the waiters were fawning over ...hem, he had snapped her panties open and slid his fingers between her legs and rubbed her exposed pussy. She smiled politely at the waiters, trying not to give away her pleasure and embarrassment. It didn’t help that Daddy hadn’t let her wear a bra that night and the more he rubbed the more her nipples pushed through her stretchy, slutty. God, you're real hot and wet down there, Jackie."She felt him moving his hands around his cunt-sinking cock, caressing her pussy-walls, rubbing his hands over her clit, making her feel as if she were going to die. Long strings of drool leaked from the corners of her mouth as she crouched there in the stall, bucking back against his fucking prick. She liked this kind of insanity - this kind of madness - sweeping through her mind. She liked his hair, his young, strong body. He knew just how to. ...............well, really............well he likes me, let us just say that....." "..............anyway, he is going to move us to a table, that is..............perhaps................not so public, yes?" "I am going to tell you a story about sucking two dicks at the same time.............while I tell you this, and it takes a while, I'm going to slide my hand in my panties, and masturbate myself............I'm going to tell you what I'm doing with myself, while I tell you about Chris and I. She had grown tall and her hair was below her knees. She was now eighteen in this god forsaken world . Time had seem to stand still as she had learned to survive yet another Christmas coming in this new age. She had learned much from the streets of Knob Hill. She worked as a laundress and had had just enough to eat and live since she was eight years old. Christmas always a lonely wait as if etched in time. Sadness shown in her face that was etched with sorrow , but yet a beauty to many as they.