If I do my job right and take enough calls I can make 100 a day with my voice. My little girl voice that every man wants to hear screaming for daddy t... fuck me. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy … my panties are so wet daddy …. mmmm my pussy is so hot daddy mmmmm Booooorrrriiiiinnnggggg! Every guy wants a certain fantasy girl that is a given. Me, I don’t feel I am any guys fantasy in real life. I have been down that road in the past, married 3 times and divorced 3 times. I have been working on myself in the. I start to move in and out, slowly, and she starts moaning… Alissa was moaning softly, her smooth voice soaked in pleasure, but in reluctance at the same time. It sounded as if she was about to cry, even though I knew pretty well she wasn’t. The girl wasn’t in tune with the things her own body felt. It seemed that the pleasure made her feel guilty, made her feel uncomfortable, but that she craved for it somehow. Her pussy was wet. Not as wet as a depraved girl like Ashley would be, but wetter. She forced him to pause as she walked over to the door. Her blouse waswide open and her jacket was in her car so her breasts were displayed for any number of watchers across the way to see, glistening with wetness. She closed and locked the door, convinced that she had created a following of eager watchers with her frequent masturbation episodes, having never remembered to close the d****s to her room ;-). She led him to her bedroom. He smiled at the bed, wide andcovered with a thin black. Robin met us on the hotel steps, outside seeing off another guest, he booked us in and took us up to the suite, on the top floor with a balcony overlooking the sea, it was magic, the sky a pearl and flushed pink sunset over a flat calm darkening sea, before he left he poured a complimentary champagne then discretely left us at the outside table. On the way here, mother had insisted I call her Sue and treated her as a lover all weekend, which suited me fine. We watched the sunset die and the.