How could she have asked a strange man to come to her house to help her decide how to set it up for horses when she’d never even considered buying a...horse? What had she done such a stupid thing? Sure, she and her husband Bill were having problems, but was that reason enough to do what she’d done? Just then, her husband walked in the front door of the diner. ‘Hi, babe!’ he said. ‘Hi, Bill,’ Bonnie replied. She finished making up the order she was working on and placed it in front of the. When she laughed, which she did often, I could see a shadow of the woman she had once been. As evening came she used a cane and my arm to get to a wheel chair. I pushed her down to the dining room. I had dinner with her. She introduced me to her friends as her grand nephew. More than a few of them told me softly how much my coming had lifted Rose’s spirits. I saw the attendants watching her. They gave me smiles when our eyes met. She drank tea and ate only some fruit. She told me she had to. Embarrassed and hurt I ran down the hallway to my bedroom. I tried to sleep but I could only think about him. His voice, his mouth, his fingers inside me. I rolled over on my stomach, putting my fingers inside my wet pussy, I started to rub my clit. I could hear my father in my dream.“You fucking little slut”Just thinking about those words made my pussy throb. I was so close to cuming when I heard the door of my bedroom open and my father's voice call me.“Christi?”I answered him.“Daddy?”He. Now you will have to wear them and get ready to eat some cum won't you slut? Remember the deal we made? Every time you wear your panties you must eat a load of cum. Rules are rules aren't they whore? Now step into these!"I always reluctantly lift my leg as she would pull them up my legs. I quiver at how they felt sliding up and over my ass, balls, and cock. Once she had pulled them up she turns me around harshly and slap my ass telling me I have "such a nice fuckable ass."Lisa then stands up,.