. she them slowly lift herself into a more upright position and moved closer to the edge of the desk. Skilfully she pulled the chair I was sitting on ...hat was now behind me towards her left leg. She was doing alls of this without having to glance away from my eyes..She then slowly grabbed my hand and moved it on to her thighs and made me stroke her up to her waist. The touch of blouse was soft and smooth. Her hand then guided me to undo the rest of the blouse...button by button, exposing a silk. ”“I thought there’d be so much more.”“We’re drug dealers, okay Bianca?”“But I want a child, Reggie.”“You can’t have one. Our goal is to survive any way we can. Children don’t need to grow up in this shit.”Bianca put on her street clothes and said she would meet him at the restaurant in a couple of hours for the morning shift. Tearing herself away from the comforts of their bed didn’t suit her well. Nevertheless, Reggie’s Queen dressed skimpily and took to the streets, selling her body for. Of course at the time I had no idea what that was nor did he. I remember bits and pieces of what was said that weekend. Mostly the parts that confused me and caused me to start wondering about boys. So Arty was my first boy to tease and get started into my life of pleasing men and boys. He was supposed to watch us kids while the grown ups went out drinking that night. I loved being around Arty and had a super crush on him so I was looking forward to being with him. I could tell he liked me too. Even though he has recently crossed 60, he looks much like a 45 year old hunk. I received this call from Rohan on an afternoon asking me, I am free to provide my service for a client on the same evening. When I told him I am free, he replied, “Bhabhi, but this may seem awkward to you as this customer happens to be your father. I found him looking for a whore in the red light area.” I was speechless for a while, recalling all my little fantasies that I had with my dad. I had a major infatuation.