I reached out, and held her hand.He came between us then, ran a hand lightly over my breast, another over Mummy’s. My nipple responded instantly. I ...eached out, and touched the front of his trousers. He was hard, of course he was. He held me in one arm, my daughter in the other. Of course he didn’t know she was my daughter. To him we were just a pair of call girls, if he was polite. I hadn’t expected this, I thought I’d fuck him, Suzie one of his friends. Now it seemed we were about to have a. .., I mean, no, don’t stop, please!” He smacked her hard for her insolence. “Wrong answer! You don’t come without my permission. Understood?” Charlie was crying again, from the pain and out of frustration but she knew she had no choice but to obey. “Yes, sir, I understand, sir. I’m a slut, sir, but I won’t come without permission, sir.” “Good girl. You are learning. So sluts like their tits being played with and they like fingers in their cunts.” “Yes, sir.” “And what else do sluts like. It’s not healthy.’ Then she tossed the napkin on the bowl and slid off her stool with a determined look. She had enough of him and this situation, and she damned well knew they were the center of attention. She made to walk away but then she paused when he stepped closer. She snapped up her head as he slowly brought his face close to hers. A hush descended over the establishment just as Mac returned from the kitchen and frowned when he saw Gems standing so close to Charly. ‘I’d seen ya,. She was falling, but I could reposition her before she hit the ground.Her shoes off, I hiked up her tight, dark-gray skirt to unveil her dark-brown pantyhose clinging to her ass. Her panties were a dark, triangular shadow bleeding through the material. With the greatest care, I hooked my fingers into the nylons’ waistband. My pussy clenched and fluttered as delight washed through me. I worked down the nylons slowly. I unveiled her black panties, cut in bikini fashion, along with the round.