Apparently Dad had become my pimp. That night twenty-five men fucked me. They didn’t stop until after two in the morning. Most just wanted to fuck m... pussy and play with my tits but I had a couple of blowjobs and a couple of anal too.After Dad locked up he took me into his bed and fucked me as he told me how proud he was of me. I had never made my father proud before. He said that he realized that being a whore was my calling and if he had realized that sooner that he would have pimped my. The railroad line between Saint Petersburg and Moscow. The tsar came upon a couple of engineers arguing about what was the best route for a railroad line between the two cities.” Didn’t engineers run trains? Did they also plan the routes? “This was when there wasn’t such a line and railroads were rare, at least in Russia. They were pointing to a map and arguing. The tsar grabbed up a ruler and a pencil. He placed one end of the ruler on Saint Petersburg and the other end on Moscow. With the. Shivering slightly, he felt a burst of arousal, more than he had ever felt in the past. With both nylon stockings gripping his upper thighs, he laid back on the bed and settled into the comforter. He touched one foot to the other, while his hands roamed across the odd material. As he examined his long slender legs in the moonlight, he felt pretty. The rhythmic thumping in his chest was a testament to his excitement. He moved his hands to his cock and wrapped his fingers around it.. I sat up on the bed, grabbed a handful of facial tissues to wipe his cum off my face as I headed to the bathroom to wash it off properly. "I'll be back in no time, Uncle Bill," I said as I left the bedroom, still naked.I looked into the vanity mirror and saw my body and realised Uncle Bill may be the first man to see me completely naked, but I was pleased to have had that thought, and strangely, I was pleased it was Uncle Bill for a reason a cannot explain. I also felt incomplete and.