And while it never really turned out that way, it didn’t stop me from keeping the fantasy going. So when she would go out of town to her friends, I ...ould text her, asking what she was doing or who she was hanging out with. Very rarely did her adventures turn out to be exciting, but I always encouraged her. It just always turned out that she was hanging out with her friend or one of her other school friends that were kind of boring. This weekend would turn out to be different and it would open a. I groaned, her tongue sending naughty flutters down to my pussy.“Ooh, you are such a delicious thing,” purred Mommy. “Your ass is a a beautiful shade of purple.”She prodded it and I winced, my pussy clenching. Memory of Daddy’s love shuddered through me. I would feel those bruises all week. Every time I sat down it would be a reminder of how I was Daddy’s good girl. I loved it. I was so glad I was his.Mommy’s hands stroked down to my thighs. Her lips brushed my burning ass, kissing me. I moaned. I knew it couldn't be a family member they call first so I decided to take a risk and open the door dressed as Paula. Although I didn't have a wig on. I asked who it was and dang it I forgot about the people coming to fix the pipes. Having already asked I couldn't exactly tell them to wait so I said fuck it and opened the door.There was a slight look of shock on the 2 guys faces as I stood there. One was about 25 or 26 and the other in 30s. I told them to come in so I could close the damn door. Patton rented the basement servant’s quarters. It was a large, basic apartment with everything he would need. Full kitchen, full bath, and a separate bedroom – a bedroom with closet that smelled of mildew. Damned thing seeped every time it rained.“Good thing I’m in L.A. If I lived in Seattle, I’d have to buy a fucking canoe,” he told his best friend, Charlie.Patton was a beautiful specimen. Twenty-five and striking. Soft blue eyes framed by high cheekbones, a square jaw, and a thick head of.