The atmosphere was pleasantly warm thanks to sparse soft classic lighting. It was after 8pm. Most guests had arrived.A large upholstered red bench sto...d in the middle of one of the larger rooms. It was about 1.5 meters wide, 2.5 meters long and 1 meter high. Grace admired it when a female servant asked her to follow her. They went through one of the back hallways into a small room. A girl dressed in black leather greeted her. She told Grace to take her clothes off. Grace was nervous. She new. "I'll be gentle, Annie," he said. "I promise."Kaleb helped lean me back, one of the blankets propped behind my head as a makeshift pillow against the car door, and the other under my hips, angling my bare pussy up at him. Kaleb tucked my long brown hair behind my ear and knealt over me, kissing a trail from my eyelids, to the tip of my nose, to my lips, then down my chin to the base of my neck. He bared his teeth and lightly grazed my collar bone. The sensation surprised me, and his teeth on my. No doubt she was doing the same thing at that very moment. I couldn't tear myself away from it until I'd milked out the third, feeble, load some thirty minutes later. I checked at the window to see if she'd just pulled into the drive, but of course that was not the case. I spent the next hour pacing the floor, checking at the window, and then finally, I lay on the bed, slow stroking my raw cock while envisioning my dear wife performing for Jack. Seconds lasted minutes, and minutes; hours. I. Apparently Dad had become my pimp. That night twenty-five men fucked me. They didn’t stop until after two in the morning. Most just wanted to fuck my pussy and play with my tits but I had a couple of blowjobs and a couple of anal too.After Dad locked up he took me into his bed and fucked me as he told me how proud he was of me. I had never made my father proud before. He said that he realized that being a whore was my calling and if he had realized that sooner that he would have pimped my.