She stood up, walked over to the window, openedit, and lit a cigarette. She knew I didn't care for the smoke, so shedid her best to blow it out the wi...dow."Your mother lets you smoke," I said, once again showing my gift forstating the obvious.Denise exhaled a long stream. "She doesn't care." She paused, lookingpensive. I thought she might be ready to cry. "No, she does care. Shelets me do anything I want, because she thinks it'll make me happy. Itdoesn't matter anyway. I'm going to be dead. She looked at me up and down and gave me a disgusting look...like the look a lady has when she thinks another girl is being a tramp. That must've been what she thought of me."I'm sorry..." I said. But I couldn't believe my voice. It sounded very soft, and high. And also very sexy! It sounded like an exotic version of Marsha Brady's voice. She just walked off. I just walked on, embarrassed. When I reached the car, I started the engine and drove off. My ass and tits distracted me the whole time.. .. Give it to me, I need it. Shoot your load in my mouth, on my face, get it all over me, Daddy." I begged in a pathetic whisper. Daddy's eyes never left the television and my eyes never left him. I reached my left hand behind me and put two fingers in my asshole, burying them to the knuckle. Daddy watched himself fucking a total stranger that he had brought home one night. "Do you know where you were that night?" he asked me. "Where was I Daddy? Where was I?" I whispered. "I told you to stay. He must have sensed the truth that had betrayed any resolve I had to claim that I was only there for my payment. His hand slipped between my thighs and I could feel the wetness of my pussy gushing around his fingers almost immediately. “Look how wet you are… my little slut. Is this what you like? Is this what you were hoping for when you came her tonight?” I tried to remain silent, but the way he worked my clit elicited an unrestrained moan from deep within my throat. Encouraged, he slid his.