It was a clean room, only a bed and some cabinets. She put the money in her closet while I stood and watched. None of us said anything, knowing we did...'t know each-others language fluently. She sat on the bed and I sat beside her. She then looked at me, I looked at her, and she kissed me very gently.It was my first kiss, I didn't know what to do. I began to try my best to kiss her back, but I don't think I was doing a good job. I kept my eyes closed, and didn't move, she kissed me with her. I told Crystal to clean the cum off her face and work the floor. She did. She was trying hard to be a good girl but ended up letting guys play with her vibrator and she gave the odd BJ. That was when I asked Emily if she wanted to keep my cock warm. I figured it was the least I could do since she likely wouldn’t be able to later that night.“Don’t make me come, Kitten. I have already had my fill and you might hurt me.”The rest of the night I had a cock warmer.When Elliot got back, he looked like. “You’re so good at helping ... your little hands feel so good.”I took a deep breath. His hand was still softly stroking my hair, rhythmically going from top to bottom, reminding me of something I couldn’t place.“Your hands feel so good - they’re so good. You’re so good at helping me. Do you want to keep on helping me?”It felt like he’d only been talking for a few seconds, but it must have been longer, because my eyes were dry and my tears had disappeared. I nodded in response, and glanced down. My hand began to slide up my stomach as I thought of daddy and I imagined that it was his hand. I imagined him running his rough finger tips over my smooth skin, touching every inch of me, exploring his baby girl. I pictured his fingers circling around my belly button before making there way up and lightly caressing just under my breasts. I gasped at how amazing I knew it would feel, picturing his fingers lingering there, as my body reached out and begged for him. His fingers slowly ran over.