How did he find me? Whatcheek, we only talked yesterday. Who does he think he is? You find you aregetting a little angry at the intrusion. As you sit ...n the edge of your bedyou look at the now discarded note on your desk. ?Are you ready?' it said.The anger subsides and you start to wonder yourself ?Am I ready?? Without really thinking about it you look up the hotels number and then textyour best friend. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. You wonderwhat you think you are doing. He. He wasn't paying to have it wasted, but the camera likes a good cumshot, so I let some of the load run out and down my chin. The rest I swallowed. He seemed to be pleased, and slowly unwound his fingers from my hair as he fought to get control of his breath. When he did, he surprised me by leaning down and kissing me full on the mouth, holding my face in his hands. It was actually a very tender and sensuous kiss, and I began to think there was more to this man than I had thought. When he pulled. “Fuck me,” I hissed, closing my eyes. The tip of its cock was so hot against my pussy.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” the imp gibbered between sucks of my nipple.“Yes, fuck. Las’s filthy cock, fuck me! Take me. I want it. Ram that thick—”The imp thrust. His cock slammed into the depths of my pussy. I gasped at its heat, warmer than any cock I had taken. It was thick and covered with small bumps stimulating my cunt. Its hips hammered me as it gripped both my breasts with its hands, its slim legs tight about. “You shouldn’t say things like that, baby,” he told her. “This is hard enough as it is.”Larissa snickered briefly. “Yes, it is, Daddy. And it’s getting even harder.”Tom couldn’t help chuckling a little, but the feeling of his sweet daughter’s hand rubbing over his rigid cock was consuming all of his capacity for rational thought. He moved his hand higher along her thigh. As long as they’d gone this far, it didn’t seem that much worse to just slip his hand far enough to touch the gusset of her.