From that point on I all I thought about was that lil girls face and her being fucked hard. It was haunting me in my dreams, and when I day dreamed. O... if I saw a little girl who looked similar to that little girl my dick would get rock hard. The first time I had sex was with a girl two years older then me, I was 11, she was 13. She was my grandpas girl first. I knew my grandpa was a prev, seems like every month it was a new little girl hanging out with him while i was gone. Never older then. It was told to me in so many words and shown in so many ways.Words spoken were sometimes very direct, "You may be a part of this family, but that doesn't mean we have to love or accept you", to having my mother point out some woman or girl and say, "She's just exactly like the daughter I should have had instead of you."Somehow in my mother's hypochondriac and drug-demented mind, she took this "fault of mine", to an extreme. In her fantasy world, her daughter would have always been there to. He had booked in for the hour. I just hoped he would be a young, cute one. “Massage Sir?” I heard Julie say. That’s what we have to say, on greeting a client. He was about twenty-five I suppose, dark hair, brown eyes and a little goatee. His bottom lip was pierced and he had a ring there. It’s Andy isn’t it?” said Julie looking at the bookings sheet. “Yeah. Ummm it’s my first time… you know.” “Mine too, it’s my first day here,” I said. He nodded and smiled and his eyes went down to my. By advantage I mean having her used by other men until she enjoyed it and I would have more “dessert”.I had relentlessly teased her before marriage having her playfully tied to the bed…spread eagle bound on her back with pillows under the small of her back raising her up. It was a perfect way to relentlessly give her oral attention leading to squirting orgasms not to mention a way to begin training her to take anal. She did start taking anal before we were married but it wasn’t by me – it was.