Look for a white Cadillac and dress like the nasty ass, cock-hungry slut that you are. Dress like a $3 whore."In fact, I want you to tell my boy that ...ou'll suck him and fuck him for just $3. Tell him to take you someplace and you'll give him the time of his life for three bucks. Will you do that for me, baby?"I did not understand why so I asked, "Why? I mean, sure I'll do it, but if you send him to pick me up, won't he know I'm not a hooker?"Martin said, "Don't worry 'bout dat, I got just the. ”“I don’t think so, Faith. He believes that mom didn’t actually know what finding your direction really meant, so he will accept who you are if you are happy and focused. And you are.”“I hope so. But you are sitting next to me when I Skype dad.”“Sure, smiling paternally at the new Franken-sister I have created.”I smacked him for that.And later that week we skyped and Elijah was right. Dad saw the bigger picture, spoke warmly to Pixie, and liked that his daughter had a sense of direction. My. My submission, this spell of docility that had fallen over me seemed to slow my uptake. I stared at the other man in the room, and knew he must be the one who had fucked me.I'd never seen him before. He was older, close to middle aged, dressed casually, wearing a jacket."This is your cab driver, Barb," Colin said. "He'll take you over to Ted."My skirt had fallen down from where Colin had flipped it up to, but my breasts still hung out. The cab driver admired them appreciatively, making no. Not a word was said! I stopped jacking off when I sensed him enter, but, there was no mistaking my hard on sticking up, even in the dimly lit room. Don’s eyes were locked on my penis, as I attempted to pull the sheet over it. Without a word, he leaned over and pulling the sheet out of the way, took my cock head into his mouth. I laid there wondering if I should stop him — Silly question! He was in his shorts, and as he moved between my legs he pulled them down to jack himself, as he sucked me..