At least I think they’re talking. I have a feeling they’re getting to know each other, so I guess they’re probably kissing and if I know Melanie... he’s already got his hands down her knickers and prising her wet lips open. I would imagine her hands are on his cock as I sit in this chair, on my own, waiting.I’m upstairs, naked and sitting in a chair at the end of our bed; the bed that Melanie is going to fuck him on. I have a piece of paper in my hand with numbers and words written on it. I’m not. I was on my knees, but I made sure my knees were apart so they could have access to Daddy's cunt. Daddy's cunt is so wet right now with all of this cock around me. Right now I am an attention seeking whore and this is a lot of attention at one time. My body is responding as I thought it would. Daddy's cunt is wet and I am ready to be used. I am beginning to get lost in the moment. Daddy told me that they are all aware of the rules and that I am to just do my thing and enjoy myself. He will. Mel was surprised to find Tracy willing to talk, though obviously depressed, at best cynical, at times snarky, her eyes dark and grim and without the light of joy that had always shone out from her beautiful face. Tracy had closed her bedroom door, told her mother that everything was fine, and filled Mel in on what Tina had said. “Yeah, just like you showed me Mel. The whole fucking site has her fingers all over it. A real moneymaker. ‘How else did you think we could afford this house’ is. It was deep and smooth.I was in pleasure. I didn’t know when my hand grabbed her boob. I was pressing it slowly. I saw her. She was least bothered about it. So I continued pressing her boobs. My one hand was on her head and other was on her boob. I decided to go an extent further.I tried to insert my hand inside her blouse, but it was too tight. My continuous failure brought frustration. She looked at me and signaled me to wait. She was still stroking using her head and tongue movement. I was.