Several people knelt beside her, comforting her. She raised a head, her orgasm past, but she still trembled.No one knew she was a naughty slut, too.�...Work that ass,” Daddy grunted, sliding me faster. “We don't want to get caught. You need to make Daddy cum.”“Yes, Daddy,” I panted, the vibrator churning another orgasm through me.I groaned and grunted, my hips swiveling as Daddy fucked me on his cock. It was so hot. His dick stabbed so deep into me. I moaned and gasped quietly. My eyes stared at. I looked around,and found a couple of people peeping from their windows and balcony. I felt another jet inside my pussy, and the shop owner approached mefrom behind. He pushed his cock in my ass, and I let out a loud moan. I wassinking in the effect of alcohol, and passed out and I woke up on the streetunder the counter of the alcohol shop. The sun was rising, and there were veryfew people seen at distant. I stood up naked and located my bra and pantieslying on the floor. I immediately wore. It was a flatbed, the paint worn in places, the large tires covered in mud and dirt. It was a far cry from the town car that he had owned when he had lived in the city, that had been so sleek and clean, but this vehicle was well suited to the rough backroads that one had to contend with out here. A four wheel drive was necessary if you didn’t want to get stuck in a ditch, and a demon would only ever give you what you needed...He stretched his arms over his head, then slammed the door behind. But she'd masturbated again and now it was time to prove she was in control.Daisy got up and put the vibrator away in her bottom drawer. She made the bed, smoothing out the sheets she and Ben would be sleeping on later. Or making love. If she was lucky.She looked in the closet and selected a pleasant outfit for the office, professional looking but still feminine and attractive. Then, she opened her underwear drawer and looked down. Right on top was a navy blue pair of boyshorts. Peter liked.