He would say that me flirting with someone but going home with him was like having a hot car, you love showing it off to your friends, maybe even take...them for a spin in it however they couldn't drive it.The other person in our story is Tom. First off Tom was actually my long time friend, he lived next door to us when I was a kid. Tom and I never were really boyfriend /girlfriend in our teens. We tried and actually were each others first kiss but I guess we knew each other to well and although. Looking at the TV I could see Gavin was in the rear first floor bedroom and taking a video of our garden. Looking out of the window I could see Jean was sunbathing in the garden on her front and had undone the straps of her top. Jean had her phone next to her and I sent a message to say that she had an audience. She replied immediately asking me to tell her when he had put his phone away. A few minutes later I sent the message that it was in his pocket and soon after he undid the zip of his. I found myself calmer but yet more tormented and gazed around at the still erect penis’s of the old men.With a manic look on my face I begged, softly at first then louder and more demanding, “Fuck me! Please fuck me! Fuck me now you old bastards!”The nettles were still doing there work as my hips bucked and I demanded angrily, “Fuck me!”With my legs still being pulled apart, I felt the nettles being pushed inside my pussy and I yelled as the stings pressed against the tender and swollen. Let them know that I MIGHT be interested. I have an older Daddy who takes care of me, spends a lot of money on me. In return, I keep him entertained. I'll do anything for my Daddy. Calls me his little sex pot. Unless I've been naughty. Then I get spanked. I cheat on him all the time. He knows it and likes to watch. He thinks up lots of crazy shit for me to do. We like going to places, where I get in trouble with other men. I make him buy me expensive lingerie. And cruising at the lingerie store.