Stelania was living out every gold-digging whore’s dream.She’d bagged a BILLIONAIRE.Sure, he was a fat loudmouthed ginger, past his prime in the l...oks department.But she didn’t care. In fact, she barely spoke enough English when they first met to even understand what he was saying most of the time. But she could certainly understand the world’s true international language. The language of MONEY!And he had plenty of it.They’d met at an ultra-exclusive party her model gal pal had brought her to,. Between the two I learned young Not only how not to lie. But spot a liar, quickly. This girl is telling the truth as she knows it. Packing up the liquor bottles. I tell her I'm having them tested. She seems relieved. I'm grabbing the different sized shape bags she was tossing down the hall as she filled them. I stack them outside the door. Two normal sized gym duffle. A military style type, three soft shell type travel bags; and oneI know is used to hold Hockey equipment. (this particular. I paid attention.” “Well good because I haven’t ever had a fuck that good.” “You are my beautiful Indian goddess. I will fuck you anytime.” “Glad to hear it, but for now its late. We better get dress and break up the party.” She says as she slides my spent cock out of her well fucked pussy. We both clean up and get dress. We leave my room and go downstairs. Most of the people are gone except for a couple remaining. Makta lets them know it is time to go while I go find. Did I hear an "Oh Daddy"?Is she really doing these things right now? Is she chatting, laughing, eating, dancing; or is she fucking? I'm her father but I wish I knew, not because I'm worried but because I really like the idea of her getting ploughed right now, as I sit here thinking about it. About her beautiful tits jiggling as her steaming cunt is split open by a boy's invading manhood. I feel a tinge of guilt, not because I'm thinking about these things in and by themselves, but because I.