“Oh, my God, I'm going to cum!”“Of course you are, you're a dirty slut,” growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his dick. He stared at my daughter wit... such wolfish hunger in his eyes. He craved her barely legal flesh.They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter. I would give her to them. She would win. Everyone would know that my daughter was the best. The most beautiful. Most dazzling. I shuddered, my clit throbbing as Mr. Kennedy's bold tongue flicked over it. My own orgasm built and built with. Everyone seemed to accept his answers without question.He felt that a fair few of the women were being overly polite. He felt that they wanted to find out a lot more, dig deeper, especially when he announced he was divorced. One or two of them became extremely interested and he saw their eyes light up. Although they were somewhat younger than him, he still had a fit and energetic body, good looks and the salt and pepper hair that just made him look more charismatic.He took his time but he. I received a commission for placing two finished pieces I had brought and a contract for 6 more drawings and sculptures, netting me much more than enough to pay for the trip to Seattle . A satisfactory trip, although I had many misgivings about the family get together, well worth the journey. I was on an emotional high, and asked Arisol if I could take her to lunch. She smiled and replied “Yeah, I know just the place; it’s just down the street.” We left the gallery and. Then he told me that his friend was out of town and we will have the house all to ourselves. Since I was really horny, I was totally OK with it. He was a tall guy; really muscular and dusky in color.Finally, we reached his friend’s house. But instead of unlocking the door, he rang the bell. I was wondering what was going to happen. And another guy in his early forties opened the door. He had a smile on his face in seeing us. I asked him who this man was. To which he just pushed me into the.