Tentatively a hand goes down, my fingers starting to touch my mound feeling my pubic hair. “Lovely baby, what’s that feel like?” he asks me. “... bit fuzzy, strange” I almost whisper back. My eyes still closed, I have no idea all this time my Dad has been taking pictures. Clicking away at my naked body, zooming in when I spread my legs. Videoing me caressing my baby belly, then my hand travelling down and fingers meshing into my bush.Then I feel pressure on the bed next to me. “Open your eyes. I'll be tuning the algorithms over the next few days." Oh... No more sleep for you again, huh?" It's an honor to help you Jennifer." You know, you're so amazing. You really believe that, don't you?" Of course." I read your biography, a few days ago. Well, just a part of it... You're more of a research scientist than a doctor, aren't you?"Mayoni sighed. "They are both my passions. When I was young, I focused on being a doctor. I was an Ob-gyn. But I didn't count on the tears..." Huh? Oh... Wait!. Now it was getting interesting…. My clutch bag was taken from me, I hoped by my Master for the day, and then lube was applied to me, by someone with very large fingers, they made me jump, which f***ed me down onto Large Girthed man, Who moaned his appreciation… I then heard condom wrappers being ripped, I then felt a condomed cock nudging at my pussy… More lube applied, I obviously didn’t know who it belonged to, how long it was, how wide it was, but they were experienced, I could tell, you. What I left out was that I wanted to be a lot more than friends with her daughter. Ellen was pissed and cancelled the invitation. I tried to be respectful and not act on my feelings for Ellen’s daughter.A week later I realized how much I missed chatting with Kasey. I sent her an email asking how she was. I didn’t hear from her for two weeks, then she friended me on FB and sent me some dance recital pics on Messenger. I clicked “LIKE” on the pics. The costumes weren’t particularly skimpy, but I.