I wasn't asking for monetary compensation. I only asked that he replace my stockings if he ripped the ones I had on. It's strange how lately, more an... more religious guys like to engage in bisexual liaisons. Their wives just don't seem to give them what they want. I put on a little lingerie, makeup, heels and cosplay wig, and I become anything they want for a while. Word gets around for a little while, then I take part in a gang bang. Like I said, I don't charge, but I do accept little gifts. “So who’s this friend you want me to meet tonight?”“I’m glad you asked, Steph. Are you done eating?” I nodded and daddy picked up the tray, pulled off the sheet completely and lay next to me with his hand on my breast. “The man who’s coming around tonight is called Mike. You may remember him, he used to work with me several years ago. He’s been lusting after you for years, baby.”I vaguely remembered a Mike. “What do you get for letting these men come here and fuck me?”Daddy laughed. “That’s my. Jones had our night shift nurse bent over the table while he was holding her hips and fucking her pussy. She was wearing a skirt which was pulled up around her waist. He was slapping her round ass and calling her his slut.She was moaning and telling Dr. Jones to fuck her deeper and harder. I couldn’t believe this guy. He had no shame whatsoever. He was giving sexual chair massages and then getting into the nursing staff’s panties. I was thinking he was definitely some kind of a sex. Dommia swatted it aside with the back of her forearm. She started to sit up, ready to grab Valera's leg and bring her to the ground too, but something slipped over her head and found a home around her neck. "Pull it tight!" said Valera, just as Dommia felt the cord jerk hard, cutting her breath off and jamming her back up against the man's knee. She reached blindly behind herself, but couldn't find a solid grip to fight back with. Worse, her leg was still trapped, keeping her anchored in.