“How is my whore gentlemen?” All three men were in the throes of ecstasy, close to cumming. They were pounding me hard. I had cum once and was sha...ing in their hands. I was trying to fuck them, finding it harder as another huge orgasm built. Frank spoke, the man beneath having a mouth filled with my breasts. “Oh bloody hell, she’s a dream George, you are one lucky man. Her throat feels like silk, she’s using her tongue and working so hard the sweet little thing. She wants my cum, I can tell she. Daddy's just a evil, mean bastard who likes to beat up onpeople." You're my good baby girl, I wasn't going to let him hurt you. I won'tever let anyone hurt you."She turned on the radio to a oldies station, and as she drove I soonfell asleep. It was still dark when the car pulled off the side of theroad. I noticed the flashing red lights, then the officer was at thedoor."Can I see some ID and registration Ma'am?" his flashlight shined overonto my face."Here you go officer, what's wrong I wasn't. He was like a dad I never had. ( My dad died in a tragic accident when I was 4 years old). Uncle Raghu and auntie Deepa were our support system since that time. My Mom’s parents passed away and my Dad’s parents didn’t want me or my mom. If I were a boy may they would have invited us. My Mom, Madhuri, was devastated; she had not much education, nor skills. Uncle and Auntie encouraged Mom to teach dancing as my Mom is a very good Bharata natyam dancer.She succeeded beyond our wildest dreams,. As I approached the exit door, I smiled at her. Lynn had her hands clasped in front of her dress, as if to hide the white garter straps and stocking tops. Lynn smiled back as she said, "Thanks for helping me out back there. I've never had an experience like that." I replied, "Same here." What an understatement! Now was my chance. I calmly said, "Have you done any modeling? I'm a free-lance photographer and would like to do some portraits of you." Lynn replied, "Well, not really, but I've been.