A chair being pulled out. A knife and fork against a plate…And the sound of her own voice…moaning.He finally came to her when he had finished eat...ng. And washing the dishes…by which time Susan had been reduced to a trembling bundle of need. As she heard his footsteps approaching she raised her head just enough to be sure that he would hear her. “Please,” she whispered, her voice gone hoarse with desire and thirst. “Please…”He came around and knelt in front of her then. He cupped her face. Slowly you move down my body, your tongue leaves, a trail across my tummy. You’re on your knees now in front of me and my legs are weakening, as you get closer to the part of me that would cry out if it knew how. You use your fingers to part my pussy lips and I gasp because it’s exactly as I would have dreamt it, you moan as you slide two fingers into me and discover how soaked I am, how aroused you’ve made me. I support myself using your shoulders as your tongue joins the party and my legs. .. would make me a whore ..a legit prostitute. I had been here a hundred times with daddy as my escort. I am very well known here. Very desired. Plus i wasn't presenting myself in my sexy looks. I am literally in only pink panties with my cock hanging out. And fuck....whos idea was it to paint the head of my cock hot pink, and have little pink hearts drawn all over my body. Daddy knew what he was doing. Before I was his little pet on a leash. Now I was alone, he knew his lost little pet was. Cum looks so icky, even tho we use condoms once it burst and it was disgusting.The old man in his 60s who lives next door was always chatty with me but once a pipe burst an i had no money at all, he agreed to get it sorted for me but said i owe him one and winked at me. It cost a lot to get fixed so i was very grateful.a few months later whilst on the way home from the pub i think due to his drunken appearance he whispered to me over the fence that i should take some pictues for him and he will.