I twisted her nipples between thumb and forefinger. And excited moan escaped my daughter’s lips as the pain faded and was replaced with lust.I let ...o of her breasts for now. I didn’t want to be fighting with the flimsy material of her shirt. I wanted to press my flesh against hers. I took hold of the hem of the shirt, and pulled it up over her head, her arms reaching upwards to help remove the garment. And with a flick, it was lying in a forgotten pile somewhere in the kitchen, as my. They would approach young white girls on the street, some as young as 11 or 12, and start talking to them and tell them how pretty they were and give them gifts like cigarettes and candy. The sluts were flattered to be approached by older guys and liked the gifts. Then the gifts improved to alcohol and party drugs and the girls enjoyed partying with the pimps. Then the pimps just fucked them like they had the right to. Usually, the sluts just accepted the fucking but if they didn’t, the pimp. "He smirked, "That's correct my dear, but I say 'tummy' not 'belly'. It just sounds more sexy to me. But yes you are right, I have a deep sexual fetish for women's tummies and not forgetting their navels too." His voice was shaking with excitement and anticipation. He continued, "Upstairs, my dear, I have a special room made up for you. In there is a massage table, and a few other items I have collected for use on that lovely tummy of yours. Okay?" My throat was dry and the butterflies were in. She didn't ask for my help this time, but seemed very anxious that I enjoy her creation, which I did. Afterward, we sipped American beer and watched American TV via the safe house satellite hookup. More than once I caught her looking at me instead of the TV. Finally I questioned her."What's up Nika? You're watching me like you think I might bite you."She hesitated for a moment then spoke in a soft voice."It's just that I want to do this job right. I'm worried that you're not happy with me, and.