” I grumble, giving him a look. He doesn’t. He takes his sweet fucking time in the bathroom, before coming back out again. My brows raise, and I s...oot back on the bed a bit, sitting up to really look like him. He shifts his weight from foot to foot in the doorway uncomfortably as my eyes rake over that pretty little body barely covered by a silky bit of what I guess is lingerie, before giving me a sheepish smile. “Do you like it?” He asks quietly. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and. It was all to prove I was Daddy’s good girl. In the two weeks since Mom had left to take care of her aging parents, I had fulfilled all her roles in the house. I cooked all the meals, kept the house clean, and performed her wifely duties.I fucked Daddy and I loved it.I was his sex slave now. I proved it today. I was good and finally had earned the right to wear a choker, my slave collar. I was supposed to get it when we returned home. But all my joy had evaporated when I saw Mom.She was home a. To some people it's like a drug. The thrill of infidelity is more of a draw than the sex itself. I just hope that you are one of the lucky ones and don't get burned again."I found myself wondering about the woman, Tricia had been the name Gloria mentioned, who was to visit me at 7:00. I was anticipating a very interesting evening, even though I had no idea of how I was expected to behave. This woman was coming here to have sex with me, and I had been led to believe that there was to oral sex.I. Donna slowly approached her “hello you must be Meghan”…as she extended her hand to the girl, as she looked up at Donna with her blue eyes Donna went weak at her knees.She then smiled and took Donnas hand in hers “that must make you donna”, Donna blushed like a little girl, “may I take a seat?” Meghan shows the empty chair opposite to her with her free hand “please do”.Meghan leaned in “so tell me why did you get into being a sugar mamma?”, Donna spends the next thirty minutes telling Meghan her.