Pulling out his wallet, he stopped at one of the cashier booths and pulled a hundred out. Looking at the girl behind the counter he read at her nameta...."Hi, Joanna, can you give me a hundred in silver." Certainly, Sir," Joanna took the bill, and pulled out a tray with one hundred silver dollars and handed them to young man. "Thank you Sir, and good luck too you." Thanks, but these are for my friend." Walking away with the tray of coins, he went to the nearest bathroom and went in. "Mr. White,. Daddy..." Gotta think princess. What will you do?"He continues to question me as he pulls out before slowly going all the way back in. Then again, only faster. "Daddy... Dadddy! Daddy help," I cry, my head fuzzy from the sinful mix of pain and pleasure. She didn't want him to stop but it was taking her breath away. "Help the doggy fuck your ass, whore?"I could feel my pussy dripping now... "Yes daddy. Help the doggy fuck daddy's slutty ass... And daddy can fuck me throat... And I can be full of. ." she says, her eyes wide as she stares up at him. She forces her shoulders back to slip the garment off, revealing a satin and lace nightie.He pries his eyes from her, looking up and away. "Uh," he stammers. "What're you doin'?"Reaching out to tuck his hair behind his ear, her voice slightly husky with desire, she tells him, "I can't stop thinking about you."Confusion muddies his handsome features and he mumbles, "What?"Her eyes search his and, rather than answer, she stretches up on her toes. “Okay. I’ll follow you.” I felt safer with my car nearby. As I went to my car, they went to theirs, and I waited until they pulled in front of me so I could follow. It was a fifteen-minute ride to an upscale apartment complex, which made me feel a little more at ease.I parked next to their car. I grabbed my handbag as I got out of the car and walked with them to the apartment. It was a nice place. There was a small bar in the dining room where we sat. Steve said he was going to make a pitcher.