”The bawling increased. “I don’t have a daddy” she sobbed. “My daddy doesn’t love me any more.”“That’s terrible”, he said. “But ... could be your Daddy!”“I’m confused. What does that mean?”“A pimp is really a Daddy to his girls. He looks after them, he cares for them. He ensures that they have pretty clothes and the best food and the best drugs and booze. Does that sound good to you?”“Yes, but we’re both anonymous. How could that work?”“Well, for the time being, I could be your virtual Daddy. As I looked around I saw that the club was plush. It was well appointed and full with around 200 men, and despite my situation, I found the idea of them all looking at me move around in front of them exciting. For ten minutes I danced, what I hoped was seductively, until the song finished and quickly left the back of the stage to be met by the man in white."I don't think you understand Jane" he said "this is a strip club," and with that that he hooked a finger into the front of the bra and. I prompted him to move his legs further apart and bend forward more. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Something I know you’ll enjoy. Just relax and go with it,” I replied. Gripping his firm butt cheeks in my hands I kissed the top of his crack and then very slowly traced my tongue downwards. Before I reached his hole I stopped and let my tongue roam wildly around the area between his balls and his anus. After a bit of teasing I traced the tip of my tongue upwards and met his hole. He clenched,. As I cupped those firm budding breasts, I let my fingers find and toy with her stiff rubbery nipples. God! Her little tits were so soft and yet so firm at the same time. They felt wonderful in my hands. Her smooth youthful skin felt like silk under my fingertips.“You are so beautiful,” I said as I looked down at that sweet young face of hers. “Can I give you one more kiss before you have to go?” She simply looked at me and nodded in delight. I moved my face over hers and she closed her eyes and.