He'd gotten played. Again.*Instead of going downstairs to his study to began on his work project, John remained in his bedroom, in the bed, even after...noon. He could hear the hyperactive girls running around in their stilettos, talking, giggling, etc. He vowed to hide in his room until they left. He didn't want to run into that devilish little freak. There was no way he was going to allow himself to be preyed on again."Daddy," Stacy cried as she entered his room with a rather disturbed facial. The door closed behind me and I heard a latch click. A single light came on above my head. I was in a VERY small room, There was nothing in the room apart from the door I entered in, a door to my right, and a speaker on the wall.Suddenly the speaker fired up, and a woman's voice began to speak."Please remove your socks, shoes, and belt. Place the contents of your pockets into the drawer. Failure to do so will result in punishment."A hidden panel slid open underneath the speaker and a drawer. I was twenty-eight years old at the time and one of my vices was, I liked young girls. High school girls. The best way I found to fulfill my fanasty was to run with young boys who were still in high school. It was easy to get to be friends with them as I had a nice car, and lots of money for beer and what have you, so I was real popular with them. Where there were high school boys, there were high school girls. Mostly when we got together, the boys were more interested in drinking beer and. I could feel her hard on press against me as I held her tight. “Oh Daddy” she said softly as she bit my ear. My hands ran down her back and found her small, perfect ass and squeezed it hard. I pulled her dress up and felt her bare skin. She wasn’t even wearing panties, so fuckng sexy! We continued to kiss and she snaked her hand between us and rubbed my hard cock through my pants. We were both panting, so turned on and wanting this so much.She fell to her knees and looked up at me as she.