‘Do you suck daddy’s cock every day?’ asked Davis curiously. ‘Sometimes……,’ replied Abby. ‘Hmmm, okay…… Do you suck other men’s ...ock?’ asked Davis. She did not reply but gave him a shrug cheekily instead. Davis tried asking her the same question again but she responded with the same cheeky shrug. That confirmed his suspicion because Abby was really, really good at masturbating and sucking a cock at such a young age and he got to experience that on that day. ‘Let’s get clean up now,’ said. I’m sure I reek of sex.”"Yeah. We must be getting close to Oakland. That’s where you said you’re getting off, isn’t it?”“Yes,” Steele said, watching Zane put on the clothes he’d watched him take off only a few hours before.Zane asked, “What will you do then?”“I’ll take an Uber into the city. I’ll have to go to the office. I’ll probably have to work most of the day before I can get home.” Steele stopped and stood up.“I used the only towel that was in there. Is there another?” Zane asked.Steele. He would not look at her again, for fear of losing all he had worked for. She had made the same vow. Though she had no romantic entanglements, she would not permit herself to be disappointed so brutally. She had never thought much of herself and had never been willing to risk the little self-esteem she had on love. No, she would not look at him. They stayed on opposite ends of the party, as if a magnetic force kept them separated. As one moved forward and to the right, the other moved back. For me it made a change having someone who said please and thank you and didn’t spend most of his time farting and burping; plus he was very easy on the eye. “I’m sorry about the other morning.” He continued grinning as he sat on the worktop opposite me which made his running shorts ride up his thighs. “Oh, that.” I stammered and stared intently at the waste pastry on the kitchen table, “it was nothing….I’m sorry….I should have knocked on the door…or something…..I’m terribly.