Even married couples of her social status only had one room until their child reached puberty, and after it left home. The very wealthy, as ever, had ...ifferent arrangements."If I could arrange somewhere, would you come?" he asked."Only if you are a good lover," she replied ambiguously, and walked out of his office.'That will do for now, ' she thought, 'If he is serious something might come of it, but if he is only trying it on, the demand for an apartment will stop him.'Staring at the door,. ”“You should tell your daddy and he should go over and kick the shit out of that little snot.”The bawling increased. “I don’t have a daddy” she sobbed. “My daddy doesn’t love me any more.”“That’s terrible”, he said. “But I could be your Daddy!”“I’m confused. What does that mean?”“A pimp is really a Daddy to his girls. He looks after them, he cares for them. He ensures that they have pretty clothes and the best food and the best drugs and booze. Does that sound good to you?”“Yes, but we’re both. Another senior came out and fastened our hands together with a pair of handcuffs. Restrained and humiliated I stared at the ground with dozens of guys raking my body with their hungry eyes. A pair of feet entered my vision, and a hand grabbed my hair. I was wrenched to an upright position and I came face to face with Cassie. “Here you go slut.” Cassie grabbed my nipple and gave it a squeeze. I yelped out in pain and pleasure as it shot from my breast to my pussy. I stared up at her stunning. It would have made sense to find somewhere private to fuck her, but I didn’t want to. This was my house, and if I wanted to fuck my wife in the hallway then damn it, I was going to fuck my wife in the hallway.“They’re out,” she whispered in reply, a smile on her face. “They’re both on dates.”I hope the men pay, I mentally noted. My girls are worth it. Before I could follow that train of thought any further, I realized I was letting myself get distracted when a perfect walking fucktoy was.