He was the youngest, a thirteen year old brown haired, blue eyed boy. The book he read was one of his favorite fantasy novels, "Merlin And The Magic C...pe of Red Riding Hood." A silly book, really. One in which the other boys were bound to make fun of Jerome for reading, for it was about a magic cape that would turn whoever wore it into the exact likeness of little red riding hood. The cover had a picture of Merlin standing tall, arms crossed and glaring down angrily at a hunched over bearded. They are eager to eat a piece of candy and don't look at the wrapper as carefully as a parent would. After eating the candy they are very suggestible for a few hours. That's when my fun really begins.At first I turn off my outside lights so I will have no intrusions. Next I take the little girl to my bedroom and talk her into removing her costume slowly. I love the tease of the build up to the little girl being completely naked for my pleasure. Once she is naked I remove my own clothes in a. The metal toy, along with the fingers holding it pushed to the entrance of my vagina. My own hand slipped away, as Katie’s hand replaced it. The toy vibrated it way between my vagina muscles. Slowly allowing me body to accept the invasion. My daughter’s finger tips followed, widening the gaping hole between my legs. Every sense in my body seemed to be pointing between my legs, as I could feel her hand slowly push inside me. She twisted her hand and as I felt the buzzing toy glance over my G. I mean when you pick up a girl on the side of the road and she admits to being a teenaged prostitute, you sort of scratch off much hope of intelligence.For a while I didn’t even think about what Mimi said of her past. Actually, I hardly thought about her in any sexual manner other than to note that she’s kind of short and kind of cute and kind of smart.Now she’s kind of taking over parts of my mind that I haven’t been paying attention to.And she’s got a job. I made the mistake of calling it.