“Yes,” I say, knowing instinctively that the words arewhat my daughter is craving now. “I loved it when yourhusband fucked me. I lov...d the way Carlo fucked me. Iwant him to fuck me again, please.”She rolls over on top of me, looks down into my eyes asshe squirms her belly against my own, her eyes glazed bylust, a mirror image of my own. Then she is scootingdown, her tongue leaving a trail of wetness against myfevered skin. As she positions her head between my legs,I hook. Now we get to sex right away and they pay a lot of money for it.Afterwards, we often sit and talk for a while.I often sit nude on the couch with a towel under me. The guys like that and that's probably one of the things that keeps them coming back.Sometimes, looking at me they want to go around again, but I tell them, "next time." I find it exhilarating to have this secret life going. ...to have a recommended guy I have never met call me, and then to invite him over. We both know that I'm. The girls looked and saw one of their captors standing, gripping a whip. The girl which was shouting for help nearly pissed herself.--- "Which one of you girls needs help?" --- the man said with an evil grin.None of the girls said anything.--- "If we won't have any volunteers, I think my friends and I will have to help you all."This made the girls stir. None of them wanted to rat the shouting girl out, but they also didn't want to bare the punishment for her.--- "Please, sir." --- Lilly started. He stumbled and placed his free hand to his forehead. His near fall broke the spell that held Christine in its thrall. She turned to him and as she noticed his pallor, she cried out."Oh! Erik! Are you unwell? Here stop, please, sit."She led him to a bench next to the front door of the house and helped him to sit there."What is wrong with you? Is there anything I can do to help you?"The man moaned, lowered his head and rubbed his forehead even more vigorously than before."The music," he gasped..