Then after I never met her for nearly about 6months. But very often I use to masturbate by imagining her. Suddenly one fine evening I got a text from ...n unknown number stating ‘have you forgotten me.Me: who’s this?Unkown: it’s me. Won’t you remember me?Me: could you at least tell me where were we met previous time?Unkown: computer number 4. XoxoThen I came to know that it’s my angel who is texting me. I asked her about her wellness and where she have been without giving any notice to me. She. ” So for the next week, after I had finished my job I would go to her house and fix whatever I had to. I never asked for pay, just experience so I co do my job better. I will admit that I had an ulterior motive. I’ve always had a thing for older women, and she was just perfect. Helping her meant that I was close to her and I could always imagine what she looked like underher clothes, picture her and me in scenes from porn I’d seen. But after a while there came a time when I had done. But Angel, like most girls exploited at young ages, ended up back in Rich’s hands, where she seems to have stayed ever since.Rich was forever in debt to Frank. Sure, he had paid Frank in exchange for Angel, but Frank had already done the dirty work of breaking and grooming Angel. In fact, he had done it exceedingly well, so Angel came into the clutches of Rich, pre programmed and perfect for sale.So every once in a while, Rich would drop Angel at the motel that Frank ran his brothel business. “Is this turning you on?”“Yes,” I groaned, my eyes fixed on my mom slipping on top of Aunt Vicky, the pair kissing harder as they ground on the chaise lounge chair. I could almost hear the vinyl creaking as Aunt Vicky grabbed my mom’s ass through her blue bikini bottoms. “So damned much, Melody.”I plunged my cock over and over into my cousin’s tight cunt, savoring the heat around me. My groin smacked into her ass with every stroke. I loved the sound, loved how she moaned when I bottomed out in.