"I'm sorry. I will need to see your driver's license or similar ID please," he said, as he put his bag on the coffee table."Of course," she said, reve...sing course and walking back around the table towards the door. He watched her move and tried not to focus on the way her ass shifted under the lightweight pants she was wearing. He felt his cock twitch just a bit more and the room seemed to heat up. He did not often have clients this close to his age and it had been a long time since any of them. Is everything all right?" Yes Poppy I just had a dream. I'm all right.... Sorry I woke you." That's okay I couldn't sleep anyway..... Do you feel like talking? ...... Can I come in?"I pulled the sheet up to my chin and answered, "Sure I can't sleep either." Grandpa sat on the edge of the bed. Even in the dim bathroom light I could see a wet spot at crotch of his pajamas. "I'm so sorry I wasn't around while you were growing up. I'd like to make up for the lost time and get to know you...... I'll. She cares a lot about me. Now she cries with me, laughs with me and lives for me. When I come back from outside, she takes my shoe and socks off, massage my feet every day. If I am a little bit sick, she starts to cry. If I am late to come back to her after the weekend, she gets worried and stops eating.To avoid pregnancy, I used to cum in her mouth. Now she developed an unusual craving for my cum. Vaginal or anal, wherever I fuck her, she asks me to cum in her mouth at the end. To me sexual. ‘You wanted to see me?’ I asked, quiet.Sir’s face lit up with a smile. ‘Of course. Did you enjoy your breakfast, slave?’ he replied.Slave. That was a new word to me. I never had thought it could be used as a name.‘Yes, I did. Thank you. It was quite delicious.’‘Excellent. Now, I called the lounge. I told them you work for me now. Your apartment has been cleaned out, and all your things are in a storage unit. Your clothes are all in the closet of your room, plus some new outfits I have provided.