I walked over to the woman, who was staying out of the mayhem, but watching carefully as many men hit on all of the girls.“Excuse me,” I said with...ut touching her.“Yes.”“Are all of those yours?”“Only for tonight. The birthday girl is my daughter.”“How did you get an eighteen-year-old in here?”“Thank you for that. Very smoothly delivered.”“You are welcome. How old is she?”“My baby is turning 30,” she only winced a little when she said that.“Then your daughter’s only a couple of years younger. I hugged and kissed them both goodbye Friday morning, watched as they drove off. I turned back into the house, dropped my clothes and settled down in thr living room for some tube and nap time. That evening, I went to a nice little Italian place for dinner, and after a few beers, I came home to relax.About 2:15 in the morning, the telephone rings. I jump up out of a sound sleep and answered it. "Hello?" I said, wondering who could be calling that late. "Hi, baby," the very drunk voice said. Who was this girl? Why was she in my apartment? Why does the world spin clockwise? (No, I didn’t ask myself that last question at that time, but why does it? o.O).Jaimee sat down on my couch and looked at me as if I was to be the one explaining the whole thing. I looked back, then looked at the girl, then back at Jaimee again. If question marks existed in real life, they would be all over my head. Luckily, Jaimee was about to explain stuff. “This is Vicky,” she said, pointing at the girl. “I. "I hope you heard that I'm a good whore, master."He slid a small stack of papers in front of me and a pen, then came around behind me. I heard him unzip his pants. "I heard that you're willing to give up everything - and everyone - to be our whore. That you wouldn't bother to read these papers."I began to sign the documents were he had yellow sticky arrows. True to my word, I didn't read them first. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass. "I'm big, bitch....I'm 9 inches and.