He was also wearing a hardhat, which meant that he was likely acontractor. I was so scared I know I squeaked in fright at the sight ofhim and then jus... stood there, stunned and likely with my mouth hangingopen. He returned my stare with a smile, taking a step towards me andsaying "Hi there."I ran away.No, not really, but I didn't stick around to wish him a pleasantevening. As quickly as I could escape I did so, darting back throughthe door into the main building. A glance over my shoulder. Or me sucking you?”Me: all of it, & more.Seema: lets order first.So we ordered a beer tower & some food. She also shifted closer to me in the booth.Me: so where-where we, oh yea, you were sucking me…. (smile)Seema: Oh smarty pantsMe: ok fine yar, me sucking your breasts.The atmosphere was getting charged upSeema: yea I’d love both. I don’t really mind anything. But just be slow if we go through the back. I hurt a little in the starting.I like a man to treat me nice, but also take control of the. The next day, when I woke up, I was horrified to find myself with nothing on. My bedroom door was open and I was worried that my daughter would have seen me. I quickly put on my clothes and went to my daughter’s room. She was still sleeping. Relieved, I started to get on with the day’s work. It was a Sunday and so I could relax a bit. But I did not. I recalled the events of the previous day and was a little down. A bit of remorse and worry about my daughter’s future were the things that. I was giving myself pleasure, sure, but I was finally giving my sex to Daddy, pleasuring him, in the way all daughter’s secretly long to do for the one man in their lives who ever loves them unconditionally. Oh, if Daddy only knew, more than any other man in the world, even the handsomest, most romantic, richest, most powerful Prince or King, I was absolutely Daddy’s for the taking, any way, any time he wanted. And though I lived life deluding myself about that fact, (as I suspect all young.