.” he moaned... she continue with pleasure. She slid her hand down his body, he was totaly shaved. He had been experimenting over the holidays, it ...as so smooth. She caressed his shaft with her hand...not touching the tip just yet. She played with his balls too..while she continued her oral assault on his chest. “mmmmmmmmmmm” he moaned out loud... “yess.... that feels so good.”Slowly she moved down, her pussy still dripping from the amazing orgasm that he had given her. She kissed his. "Upon you taking your number, don't tell anyone your number" I advise. I walk around with a bowl and have everyone take a number. "Okay, follow me" I encourage as I walk to the bedroom door. "Now gather 'round...take a seat" they all sit Indian style facing him, eyes locked on his cock that is barely able to stay inside his tight thong's pouch. I Whisper in his ear as I stand behind him while caressing his balls through the tightness of his thong-all the girls watching and salivating: "You are. I was a different girl going home. What held me together mentally I think was most of the men I knew in my life were good men, men like my dad and other uncles and my friend's dads. I knew even then most men were not like my uncle. I missed my dad and looked forward cuddling with him again watching our favorite shows together. Playing for him Mozart, Bach and Beethoven in the nude as he looked at me proud that his little girl could make such music that his eyes would mist up at times from it.. It was raining and he looked thoroughly soaked and miserable.I stopped the car. "Who do you work for?"“No-one, sir. I'm just starting out as a freelance hoping to sell a picture. I only left school two weeks ago."I looked at Annie in the back of the car with our daughter and raised my eyebrows. She smiled and nodded."Get in,” I said. He hesitated. "Why?" Because I'm going to make you rich. And don't call me sir."Not only did he get as many photographs of Annie and I that he could possibly sell,.