"Much later."We both got up, and she slapped my playfully on the ass. "Why don't you get everything ready, while I go get a little more comfortable?"S...e didn't need to ask me twice. I picked up the champagne, ice bucket, and glasses on my way, setting them on the bedroom dresser. Next, I fluffed the pillows, and turned down the sheets. The candles were lit. I took the bottle of lube out of the nightstand and set it on top of it. I thought maybe that was too obvious, so I moved it by the lamp.. She was taking care of her parents after my grandpa’s hip surgery, and I was taking care of Daddy with my mouth and sharing my best friend with him. Mom never did that. She never brought Daddy the tight, underage cunt he craved.I did.I sucked harder, bobbing my head as Daddy listened to Mom updating him on my grandparents. I swirled my tongue about his dick and savored the flavor of his precum leaking into my mouth as I pleasured him.“I’m glad your parents are doing well,” Daddy said. “When do. “Here, baby, take these,” he said. She put the pills in her mouth and he helped her with the water to wash them down. He sat with her, seeing her drift off to sleep. Good, at least she will calm down and I can try and figure out what the hell happened here, he thought. ****Gracie stirred and Daddy sat straight up in the chair in the bedroom. He ran to the bedside and sat next to her. “Baby, baby, wake up,” he said as he caressed her tangled hair. Gracie opened her eyes, Daddy smiled at. "There is only one other person in the entire opera house that has been kind to me. He is the Master of the Flies, Joseph Buquet. He taught me how to navigate the catwalks and how to find my way through the maze of passageways backstage. Joseph often invites me to his home to share supper with his wife and him. His wife gives me her hand-me-down clothes, although they are too large for me. I am a passable seamstress and alter the clothes to fit me. In a way, it is due to the things Joseph.