"That gave Sheila four days to cancel if she had somehow found a teaching job by then.Four days later, Sheila had no job and no prospects. Working wit... George was her only option. At just before two in the afternoon, she showed up at a two story building with a coffee shop on the first floor. The studio was above it.For a long New York minute, Sheila stopped short of walking up the steps to the second floor. She decided to go into the coffee shop to order a cup of espresso and think about it. A. "Peta?" said the blonde woman. "Peta Sink? May we come in?" Without even asking their names or their business with me, I opened the door and invited them inside. Something about them filled me with a sense of confidence and I trusted them immediately. Still, as we sat on the couch in the living room, my curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "So, who are you, and to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Both women laughed -- not a mocking laugh, but a laugh spawned from. It was dark... too dark to see, but I had no doubt at all that this was nota dream. When my dreams feel real, it's just the illusion of reality - thedetails are only there when I look for them. Now I could feel all thedetails: My face pressing against the pillow, with no stubble. My smoothlegs, so short that my toes could not reach the foot of the bed. My manpressing against my backside...As I lay there, he slipped one of his hands inside my panties and begancaressing my bottom. I loved it.... “You love your tall handsome Daddy don't you?” John asked“Yes.”“You love his cock?”“Yes.”“Take your Daddy to the shower. Get him cleaned up, Baby.” John directed.I rose off the bed, a little dazed and unsteady.Carol took me by the hand and led me to the large stone shower off the master bedroom and soaped me up, lovingly washing me in the hot water. I returned the favor, running my hands over her body like a priceless art piece I had never been allowed to touch.I dried her off with a soft.