I didn't want to leave that guy sleeping in my car, but I didn't see Mr. Frenchak anywhere around. I could see that the mission doors had been locked ...nd there were about thirty women and children sitting all around the building outside. I got out of my car and went over to some women and asked them where Mr. Frenchak was. They said that he'd driven off with a few men, taking them to their jobs. He was supposed to be back shortly. I waited for forty minutes, standing beside my car, and watching. 'Why are you mad at yourself, Daddy?' You ask sweetly, innocently, I turn away trying to resist your charms but you know that look combined with that tone of voice is my weakness. You place one of your beautiful petite hands on my face and gently pull my head back to look at you. 'Daddy?' You ask once again. I sigh unable to keep what I had been thinking all night to myself. 'I don't think I can be your Daddy anymore, sweetling.' I say with a sigh. 'Oh.' You reply and in your eyes I see the. As soon has he as left, the man looks me over then tells me I am his slave to do what ever he wants, when he wants for the next couple of days, then tells me to take off my dress. All the men are grinning as I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor, now standing in just my stockings, suspenders, and shoes. Tits, ass, and shaven cunt on show to all. The mechanic tells me he likes a slut who is always ready for fucking, not wearing any underwear. He throws my dress to the barman and tells. I couldn’t help but stare at her huge nipples and get even harder. Kelly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my waist button and then unzipped my fly. She and Debbie grabbed the bottom of the legs of my jeans and started pulling. I didn’t move. Kelly saw my big grin and said: “Pick up your ass, fucker!” I lifted my butt and they quickly had my jeans off.They all had a giggle at my blue bikini briefs. My cock though was no longer held down by the jeans and was now pointing straight at the sky pulling.