Suddenly my concentration was broken by Paul getting up from his bed. My first thought was he's going to the bathroom to ejaculate. I was disappointed...that I wouldn't be able to watch him cum. I quit stroking my dick and just held it, my eyes locked on his cock as he stood up. I could see his balls now. The sack was hanging low between his legs. I tore my gaze from his crotch and looked up at his face. Paul was looking at me and smiling as he took a step.My disappointment turned to surprise. With his prick in one hand, Anita slowly began to lower herself until his knob parted her outer lips and was washed with her cunt juices. She rubbed his cockhead the length of her gash, sliding it underneath her hood and against her clitoris, jumping at its touch on her sensitive button. When she had combined her juices with the rising flow of his pre-cum, she aimed it at her opening and began to impale herself on her Dad‘s cock.“Honey, “Jim whispered, “this is going to be painful for you,. You are the prettiest, sexiest and horniest little cunt I have ever known." Mitch told me I was now his slut and that he would be coming back to Boston once or twice a month for business and that I would have to find any excuse to be with him. He didn't care about my job, my parents or my boyfriend - I had to be there with legs open for him when he was done working. He would add an extra day or two to his trips and we would spend that time with him using me as his fucktoy 24/7. He told me. I let him rub for just a moment, then slap his hand away.“Ah, ah, ah. You pay first.” I smile.He nods and digs through his pockets for a moment before handing me a crumpled bill. I slowly unfold it to see that it’s a hundred dollar bill. I raise an eyebrow, and he quickly pulls out his wallet and finds some smaller bills, handing them over.I count it quickly. A hundred and sixty bucks. Way too much. So I nod and shove it into my back pocket. “All right,” I say. “Now you can play.”He doesn’t say.