She could feel her nipples brushing against the silk blouse and get hard frequently. Next came the jewelry and she wanted it to be extra special. She...started with items she knew would get Maahir’s attention. First she wore her payal (anklets), then the thin gold waist chain with the pendant resting right below the navel. She also put on a fake Navel rins as a surprise for her husband. She wore the gold chair with a diamond pendent and guided it on her cleavage. She put on her rings and wore. “Excuse me,” she says, looking at me from behind her sunglasses, “I’m wondering if you could help me.”I move towards her window and lean over, “sure,” I say, “I’ll give it a shot.”“I’m looking for someone and I heard he’s here.”“What’s his name? Maybe I know him.”“His name’s James, but I call him daddy,” she says, her voice getting a little higher pitched.“Can you describe him?” I ask.“Well, he’s about your height, really handsome,” she pauses, “and he’s got an amazing penis.”“Oh ya?” I ask. I got the impression that this job could be a regular thing. He wants virgins. I sure would love to tap that fourteen-year-old, but pussy is pussy. Twenty grand will buy a lot of it. I'm guessing this guy is a nutcase. Hell, he wants to fuck kids, and that twelve-year-old is just that – a kid. Shit, my dick gets hard just thinking about the older one, though, and I'm sure as hell tempted, but I want that money more. If we play our cards right, we stand to make a hell of a lot of money..." He. "I guess you're right.. You know mum, she does get very angry over these things when I ruin my clothes.." I was always afraid of my parents and what they were capable of. Whenever I did something wrong, I would get punished for it, badly. Jack showed me to his shirts and some pants I could borrow for the day, he just pointed to his cupboards and let me get dressed by myself as he shut the door behind him. I just stood there, checking my surroundings to see if I was alone so I could start.