“Well, Ms. Walsh,” his voice clearly fighting against laughter, “I suppose that is correct. We would meet daily to discuss any queries you may h...ve. I will provide you with materials and resources.”“And what would the timing for this be?”“Well, depending on where we decide to meet, timing can be flexible. My final lecture of the day ends at four. We could stay in the classroom for a few hours afterward if you don’t mind eating dinner late. Or, we could break for an early dinner and meet. Now you'll do whatever I say. Now I know you have no limits. Your life is forever changed. Suck it, slut. Suck it for me.'She ground her pussy into my back and her arousal was affecting her deeply, and she alternated between urging me own and animalistic grunts. He had started fucking my face with a steady rhythm, holding me head steady in both hands, and I offered him a willing, unresisting mouth. His intensity was building, and he was no longer concerned about my comfort, as his big dick. It felt really good. I did it for long half an hour. But then realised there is nothing better than having real meat inside me. I needed a real man to make me feel like a real woman. I started to browse in the internet and was looking for a massager.I found a massager who was in his mid thirties. I contacted him and fixed an appointment. I prepped myself with nice perfume and I booked a cab to his place. I reached his house and I rang the bell. He opened the door. My heart was beating fast. I. She wondered if she should tell Randy. She was torn. He hadn’t seen him, though they had texted and talked over the phone, even some Facetime. But ... she wanted her father to herself. It had been months, and she needed him.She quickly finished her work, made up a story about going shopping for a new dress for a restaurant that mom was going to take them to, knowing that Randy had no interest there. He’d probably just play video games, ignoring why she needed yet another dress. Their mom was.