A person affected by paranoia. CHAPTER 1 I do not suffer from paranoia. I am not paranoid. I am not a paranoiac. I do not have any mental disorder tha... leads me to believe, wrongly or not, that I am being persecuted. I am not a megalomaniac and I don’t distrust everyone. But I AM being followed. Let me explain. Ever since the police discovered that my business partner didn’t commit suicide by using a semi-automatic rifle to turn the contents of his skull into spaghetti sauce all over my. " Mom smiled,"Don't worry honey," She said. "Everything's going to be fine."We set off for the mall with me driving, I had passed my drivers examand was now the proud holder of a photo license made out to Joyce MarieAnders. I got a real kick out of seeing my picture as a woman andseeing the "F" in the block marked sex!At the mall we found several pretty tops cut low enough to show alittle cleavage. I also saw an outfit that I felt might make aninteresting addition to my wardrobe. It was. But not enough for it to be comfortable. Daddy gripped my ass so hard, I almost couldn't feel the pain in my asshole. I just had to remind myself...I was being paid a LOT of money to have sex with two people who really knew how to please a woman. I was a woman, a woman with needs. And it just so happened the people who could pay me to have them fulfill my needs liked to play a little dirty with grown-ups. I was a woman who could make her own choices, and did I ever love the choice I made.. “I need you to fuck me, Daddy.”“At 3:30 in the morning?” he whispered to the time and not wanting to wake Claudia. “I just fucked your grandmother and it’ll take me a while to cum again.”“That’s fine with me. I’ll put your cock in my pussy and you can fuck me to get hard then we can have a long and beautiful fuck.”“I may as well give up on sleeping,” he joked as he moved for Allison to slide under his body.She stroked his cock into her pussy and helped him to get hard. She held him tight as he.