They took care of me in more than just sexual ways. As a pathetically single and lonely twenty-seven year old woman --who'd only ever had one boyfrien... in her life and was nearly starving for physical contact from someone other than a friendly pat on the head or a parental hug of support-- the creatures were the greatest form of escape and release for me that I had ever known.Then one day, it happened.I was coming home from classes, minding my own business, when the truck came flying around the. ” Poppy was left alone and naked in the centre with her hands clasped together in front of her legs, partly shielding her modesty. Emma walked towards her and took Poppy’s wrist and held her hand, stroking her fingers. “Do you like to masturbate?” Asked Emma. Poppy blushed, not knowing where to look. “I asked you a question Poppy.” “I do I guess, yes of course.” “Why don’t you show us how you do it.” “What here?” “Yes Poppy. We want to see you finger your little cunt.” Poppy’s diffidence was. I didn't tell him how they blew up my phone and I had to reject them constantly. I picked up my phone and sent out a few texts. I made my way to the old hotel that used to be one of my frequent hangouts. I had been slutty before I met Melvin, but he had never seen that side of me. I had kept it carefully hidden, wanting him to treasure me as his partner and not see me as a slut.Now, it didn't matter. I went into slut mode, waiting for my texts to come in. I lined up three different guys and I. ‘Ummm, what was all that about Daddy?’ I asked, turning my head to look at him.‘Nothing sweetie, don’t worry about it, everything’s fine,’ he assured me.I laid my head down on it’s side and closed my eyes, I must have fallen asleep because when I opened them again I was on my back and Daddy had taken off his shirt and was laying down on his side next to me. When I sat up, I noticed once again that I was wet between my legs. Why did this keep happening and what was causing it?‘Are you awake,.