Lilly waited patiently. When he was sure, he let her in.The place was filthy. The concrete floor was dirty, with piss stains everywhere. Wet toilet pa...er was sticking in places. The toilet itself was metal and didn't have a seat you could lift. Not like a lifting seat would stop people from pissing on it, in a place like this.--- "You have to pee, young lady?" --- asked the man.--- "So, sir. I'm OK." --- she said, not understanding his intentions.--- "Pity." --- he said, stroking his cock. That first month was safe sex only. I didn’t even swallow his cum.By the time July came we had settled into a routine. We didn’t really converse unless it was one of his commands like, ”… bend over, ride my dick, suck it” and my favorite, “open your mouth I‘m cumming!“. Other than that I would walk in get naked at the door and we fuck; either on the couch or in his bedroom or both. One day he’s fucking me doggy style on his bed and I was really into it. My cock was tingling; I was slipping into. But I’m still jealous that redheads have more of a choice.This redhead probably didn’t think she was lucky. She looked really afraid and was shaking all the while they strapped her in place. She kept looking down and the crowd and crying, “Please, Master, I’ll be good. I’ll be good. I’ll be good.” Either the Ferris Wheel ride was meant to be a punishment for her or she needed to role-play the bad slave in order to get off on the pain. You really can’t tell until they start screaming. If it’s. Michelle glanced at me, her cheeks rosy pink, this look of joy in her blue eyes. “I'm older than I look.”“Yeah, I had a friend like that. Looked like she was a kid when she was twenty-five.” She glanced at me with an almost accusatory stare. She didn't approve at all. “Well, uh, enjoy your hike.”“You, too,” I said, keeping my tone cool. I wasn't ashamed of loving my daughter.The couple headed down the trail as Michelle glanced at me. “You're... date?”“Of course,” I said. “What else would you.