One of the girls who was working on me went out to get my dad.As I stood behind the partition she announced me. “Mr. Tinkerton, may I present your d...ughter Tina,” she said. Then the two girls walked me out in front of Daddy. He was stunned… I saw him look me up and down and then I saw something else. I saw his eyes start getting wet and a tear run down his cheek. He took my hands in his as he spoke.“Tina, my beautiful girl, you look simply breathtaking. I have never been more proud to be your. Joan said that a friend had told her about an opening that would pay very well and not require any degree or special skills but that it was not a job most women would want. Beth asked Joan what the job was. Joan said that she did not know the details but had heard that in involved working for some real pricks and you need to be young and attractive to apply. She gave Beth a piece of paper with a phone number and the name Mr. Smith. Beth thought about it for a day and then called Mr. Smith. . North Tonawanda actually.4th grade is a bit of a blur for me. I know we started at St. B's. So, I'm thinking it was September, 1968.We moved in the winter time. I recall seeing big chunks of ice in the river when we visited Buffalo.I really liked my friends in Springfield and recall asking my teacher if there was any way to get a list of students?I would check with them first, so that I could write to them after we were gone.At that time there were no crazy constraints and I was given a typed. Maybe it was Rocky's words, but I became self-aware, conscience of the cum, seeping out of me, I could feel the warm liquid trailing from my pussy and I wanted to somehow stop it. No, don't feed my husband Charles another man's cum, don't do this, my inner mind screamed but his tongue felt so fucking good, licking, flicking, bringing my orgasm to surface so swiftly. I simply had no choice. My hips started to pump, rocking back and forth, face-fucking Charles with so much lust. I was suddenly.