Our dad and how he treated us. Let him fondle and we’d get a treat. Let him kiss and we’d get a reward. Not just money, though. He’d give us att...ntion. Love. This was so cliché—abused girl becomes slutty. And incorrect. A lot of girls don’t become like this. I certainly didn’t. But this poor girl still needed that attention, that reward of love in the form of penetration.After she was done with her john, she went back to the kitchen, wiping cum from her chin. They asked her if she pleased him. I am being honest when I admit to enjoying being with men for sex in my mid-teens, but I was charging for my services, in such a way it became second nature, to continue with pretending to be a confused virginal teenage girl, willing to be seduced for the right price, I would dress and give off signals to men looking at me, that for the right price, they could have their fantasies realised, anywhere and on any part of my young body.Today every pervert is just a few clicks away from a girl. "Is that for me?" he asked. I laughed and said, "who else". To my joy he sat back on the bed and wrapped his hand round my shaft. "I was hoping you still enjoyed men", he said as he leaned over me and took my swollen head into his mouth.His tongue was doing wonderful things as he expertly slid his head up and down on my cock. I moved to try and touch his crouch, but he pushed me back, breaking from the sucking just long enough to say "not yet, let me enjoy this, you lay back and let me have my. I licked and sucked them for him and for the first time, allowed myself to moan softly in the exctasy of the moment. No fear of ridicule, no fear of threat.He moved back and offered his pre cum leaking cocks head to my mouth and I stretched my lips to accept him. The sweet flavor quickly enveloped my mouth and I moaned again, this time without even thinking. I loved the taste, I loved the feeling, I loved his fullness in my mouth. I loved being underneath him, servicing him.My hand found his.