"Huh?" I said, surprised. "I like women still, but I don't think I have the courage to ask one for a date. Rejection feels terrible." I'd go out with ...ou," she said. "In fact, let me go home and change, and you and I will go dancin'. It's time you had a date."I perked right up, smiling and grinning. "You mean it?" I asked."Wear something slinky," she said.She gathered her things and left, and I searched my scant wardrobe for a suitable dress.I showered and shaved my pits and my legs,. ."Catch your breath, bitch", he said. I could hear in his voice that lustfrom our hotel date...I knew I was pleasing him, turning him on, he mustbe rock hard by now, I hope Daddy is....I was being the obedientmasochistic slave he wanted, and which I needed to be...he was freeing meby enslaving me to him, and we both needed it more than anything"In position again," he ordered.I moved, my dripping mouth just at the head of the cock now, covered insticky wet throat-spit."Now babydoll, every time. That gained additional size. It was all a familiar process and she was good at it. Ned felt bulky now and jogged his hips, signaling his desire for strokes. Jolie moved in slow motion, advancing his length past her teeth and tongue, the dental ridges and raspy lingual appendage glazing his nerve covered shaft. She was only taking him half in and he wanted to sink deeper. Her face was level, brown eyes closed. He placed his hands on her head, every impatient man’s habitual reaction at this point. That was partly because my grandfather claimed me as his mistress, as soon as I came of age, which for him meant when I began to bleed."He died from an overdose of bullets."Desi looked at me with such an expression of conviction, and said, "You were very good to me a little while ago. I feel like it is dishonest for you not to know these things about me, before you get too far in to get out."My father sent me away soon after my grandfather was killed. He gave very clear instructions that I was.