A world my father might understand, but I could never.That day we talked about a lot of things, and my story writing came up. He was very shocked at m... telling him where I had posted my story. I could see in his mind, him wondering why I would be writing such a story. I know, in his mind he still sees me as the little 12-year-old neighbor girl. That's okay, I guess. I can have babies of my own, but in his minds eye, he still sees me as a little girl.Of course he wanted to read my story, but he. At this point, I realized this was going to work perfectly, and itd be fun. He leaned in, and I felt the hot tip of his dick at my ass. Wait, wait, wait… What about protection? I asked, pausing. Dude, I dont have any STDs so unless youre secretly a women, then we should be fine. I chuckled, Alright, lets do this. He counted to three and started to push. Slowly but surely, his dick slid in, stretching my asshole. As he moaned from the intense pleasure, I started tearing up from the occasional. ’After a few minutes Dave got up and said, ‘Come with me.’Alyson and Roger followed down a hallway and the dog walked behind them. He led them into another room, fairly sparsely furnished but with a massage table in the middle. Both Roger and Dave started undressing her leaving her standing with just a suspender belt, stockings and high heels on.Dave got her to lean against the table and parted her legs. Dave took each wrist and strapped it to the side of the table and then got a metal bar. I saw a sign ahead, The Sands Motel, Bar and Grill, and pulled in and parked in front of the office. The clerk behind the counter had smiled at my accent and laughed as I explained that as far as I was concerned, I don’t have one, he was the one with the accent.He took my money and gave me a key to room ten. I parked the Aston outside and raised the roof, and locked it up. The room was clean and had a pair of beds and that was it. I took a shower and got dressed in clean clothes. I was feeling.