" Why?" Was all I could say."Think of it as a gift from Mr. Risk. He is a very generous manand wants you to be happy."What I said then was not very la...y like and it didn't seem tohave much impact with my new, sweet, girl's voice, "Bullshit!" Mr. Risk is outside now and would like to see you. Now beforeI let him come in, you must promise me that you will not attemptto scream and shout. You could damage your vocal cords. For thenext week, I want you to talk very softly and drink lots ofwater."I. But really, I was going to look anyway, logic or not.Ms. McDavid was calling.I partially regretted looking at the phone because immediately my handbegan to shake gently and my breathing quickened. Was it more paperwork?Problems with our story? Was the social worker doing another visit? Frommy understanding, Eve was still working on things. What that hopefullymeant was that she told the social worker to fuck off and mind herbusiness but in a more pleasant way. What was the issue anyway? I. I explained that I was quite a bit older than she was, I sincerely hoped that this wouldn't matter. She replied that age didn't matter (she is 23) and that she probably needed a daddy to take her in hand. Some of the photos she sent me were absolutely fantastic, and I was getting more and more sure that I wanted to meet her. She asked me to get a bit more daring with my photos, so I went out and bought a selection of women's underwear. I posed for some photos, and was getting aroused not by. She looked up into my eyes and smiled. ‘Turn around.’ As I tuned so she held the skirt up and then it fell once more and her body was hard against me – her hands around me to cover my breasts. Her lips found my neck and she gently nibbled me there then my shoulder. She whispered, ‘take your skirt off.’ Her hands never left my breasts as I unzipped the dropped the skirt but then she turned me round and our third kiss started. It was intense, deep and invasive and it was if a dam had burst inside.