She told me she wanted to see my room so we walked back to my room and as we walked in she shut the door behind us. I was worried that she would bring...up this afternoon and rightfully so because she just blurted out "so why did you run away today, were you getting hard over it". My face was on fire and my cheeks were so red that she didn't need an answer from me. "It's okay I've seen one har before, when i used to spy on Kevin he would get hard and play with it" she said to me as if it were an. Sohe continued. "Paul please just stay here for for a few minutes so I cantell you more. First, it's OK. I'm not mad at you or grossed out by it sodon't worry. I know you feel embarrassed but try to relax and justlisten. There is a reason I'm bringing this up to you. Not to embarrassyou but hopefully to make you feel better about it. I probably wouldn'tsay anything if it weren't that I understand better than you think."With that John pushed his chair out and pulled up his pants leg watchingPaul. She knew she was getting me hot and I was weakening. She looked up at me and pleaded again saying, "Daddy , I want to make you happy , you don't need to watch this alone- I already watched from the top of the stairs. I like the movie and I want to be your little girl".My dick was fully hard now and I sat back down and she continued to softly stroke my cock with her little hand. It felt so smooth, warm and soft all at the same time. I couldn't help myself-put my arm around her and softly. Her name was B, yes, the letter. Her master did not think she was worthy of a proper name. She was his slave. He owned her body and mind. He did not buy her. She gave herself to him to be his sex slave.She served him and those he would lend her to, in any way they chose to use her. That meant that she did not get out often. When in her master's home, she was kept naked and open for him to use. Sometimes, there would be guests that she would be required to serve, clothed, at least to start. Now.