So I made the trip to his place, he was a very friendly middle aged guy, he said his girl couldn't make it but that he would give me a rubdown (he was...a licensed massage ther****t). Of course I agreed, stripped, and he oiled me up and started working on my sore muscles. I was feeling great, relaxed, and horned up, he had worked his way down my back, started rubbing my ass then he slipped his hand between my cheeks and rubbed my hole. I lifted my hips into his hand and softly groaned while he. The ex-wife of Phil Burnside was a headstrong, iron-willed woman, and she fully intended to do exactly what she thought was best for her troubled young daughter. And anyway, the mother consoled herself, it wasn't as if she was trying to get Jackie to do anything. All she wanted to do was get the young girl to listen!"Okay, Mother," the blonde girl replied sullenly. "But if you're going to try to fix me up with a date again..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. Stella knew well. Sophie looked them over – mid-forties, early fifties perhaps – Steve was the shorter of the two but quite muscular. He had a thick head of dark hair and a cheeky grin on his face. Mike was much taller than both the other men, had a shaved head and was sporting a well-trimmed greying beard. Both were wearing casual clothes as was Chris.She smiled at them both and looked back at Chris, all of sudden feeling rather nervous. Why did she have butterflies in her stomach?“Well, we’ve brought you a. For me. I love every tiny inch of youwhen you do the things you have done as a little one. I could just eat youall up sometimes. I love bathing you, dressing you, cuddling you,suckling you, playing with you. When you sit on my lap, call me Mummy allthe time, it melts my heart.I adore everything about little Katie.Other than perhaps slight increase in the speed and intensity of herfingertip being sucked, there was no reaction. It can be a bit difficultfor you to be my little girl all the time.