“Cole, lift up your legs.”I comply. You walk to the foot of the bed and climb onto it.“One second,” you whisper.I wait.You place your hands on...my thighs and pull them apart. A second later, I feel something warm and wet on my asshole. It slides in smoothly, and I bite my lip and moan softly. You push in the butt plug until only the tapered end sticks out. You push my legs back down onto the bed.You position yourself on your hands and knees—one hand supporting yourself on the bed, and the other. .. Others talk about a large scale fraud she has been a part of. There are even rumours that she won all that money in the pornography industry. But nobody ever found any proof to support their own personal theory. The facts were that she was gorgeous, rich and a pain to have around.She rarely goes to town, and as such, you and the few other employees are the closest thing to "friends" she has. But she is not very fond of your company, and to cheat her solitude, she drinks maybe a little too. We get talking and then I feel something running between my legs and rubbing at my stiffening crotch. Her foot doing it’s sensual dance upon my sex. I felt myself growing in my briefs. Back to the daydream, she unbuttoned her blouse and exposed a perfectly formed breast with a very suckable nipple pointing upwards. Leaning over she whispered in my ear to drop something on the floor under the table and get down and pick it up. I did what I was told and once under the table, I noticed her legs. ‘I hear you, Mommy.’ A chorus of ragged sobs broke out, quite close to her ear and she tried to reach out to her mother, upset to find that her arms had been buckled down. A warm, consoling hand touched her forearm and she relaxed a bit, tears of frustration stinging her eyes. ‘Calm down, kit.’ The use of her nickname made her sob aloud. ‘We’re here.’ Chantal felt him lift her into his arms and she sighed past the tears, welcoming the chance to be Daddy’s Little Girl once again. Franklin.