In the morning when her BF left the home I again started to touch her here & there but this time she refuse me to touch her body so I think to leave h...r house after lunch. Her BF strictly told her that I must not leave. But as I don’t get any chance I don’t want to stay there long.But she tries to convince me any how for stay there but I acted that I have some urgent work so I have to go. Then after some times she told me that she had pain in her lower belly so I should not leave her alone as. I raised my hand, but explained there aint no fags here—who are you and what the fuck do you want? “Ill ask the questions home boi---str8 dudes selling ur ass on the streets ?? ya—fag”. “Aight”, I continue, so what do you want”? “So you the big dick” “Um do you mean the biggest dick, or the head of the house “ The guy just stared at me—I think it was too complicated for him. “OK, Ill make it easy—Im both” The dude went on with “Ya---I see why they come for you- pretty boy--nice bod homie”. We're coming over. Be ready." Daddy said in a strict, matter of fact tone. "Yes Daddy, I'll be ready.Is there anything you want me to wear special?" "High heels, that's all." "Yes Daddy, whatever you want, Daddy." I moaned as I jumped up from the couch,and made my way toward my bedroom closet. Daddy hung up after I gave him directions to my apartment. I immediately stripped down to nothing and found my sexiest, black high heels. After i put them on I ran my hands up and down my long, smooth. His body something to admire. She wanted to trace every line of it with her hands, or her tongue…she didn’t care which. That twinkle was still shining in his eyes as he wrapped a hand around his hard cock and stroked it a few times. His eyes never leaving hers. She wanted to scream out and beg him to finally fuck her, but his words echoed in her head and she let out a small whimper which turned to a stifled moan as he slid into her. ‘Good bloody hell,’ he whispered as his weight settle slightly.