I chuckled, “how much do I owe you?”“Forty-three ten,” the brunette teen didn’t even blink, while staring at my chest and rattling off the p...ice of dinner.“Here’s a fifty. Keep it.”“Thanks,” she passed over my pizzas and salad. The teen hadn’t moved, since blocking the storm door open made passing the pies to me easier. As usual for early January in Chicago, it was windy with swirling light snow, more of the white stuff seemingly going up than down.“Anything else I can help you with,. ‘I…I…er…’, she began to flush. She felt so helpless, so exposed in front of these men. For once, they sensed weakness. Her normally rock solid confidence was beginning to totter in the same way that her whole body was beginning to totter in those ridiculously high heeled, fuck me, slut boots. She could see Luis, the worst of them, literally lick his lips in sleazy anticipation. She sensed water forming in her normally ice cool blue eyes. Oddly enough, Edmund came to the rescue. ‘Well, it’s. Her cheeks began to flush. She turned suddenly and made her way up to the bathroom on the top floor. I heard the door close. I stood there for a few minutes thinking about what I had seen. Despite all the conflicting emotions running through my head, I realized that I was turned on more than I had ever been in my life. I had a hard-on made of steel, I wanted Debbie so bad that my balls ached and my cock throbbed. She was more attractive and I loved her more now than I ever realized. My. I tried to stay still, also trying to slowly lie down before I was caught awake waaaaay after bedtime. “Princess?” My dad called into the dark room. I did not respond, my head now safely on my pillow, turned away from him. “Are you asleep, little girl?” He asked, his voice closer now. Still, I did not respond. I felt him pull my blanket back, the fabric moving slowly as he tugged it off the bed. He then sat down, the bed squeaking slightly from the shift in weight. “Sleeping so soundly…” I.