She never had to be. She pushed her face down on the kitchen table so her feet were just touching the floor. When Brooke began to get up, her mother h...t her on the back and pushed her back down.Cheryl: ?Stay there! All you young people are the same. You have no respect!?Brooke: ??but??She hit Brooke in the ass with her hand and told her to shut up and listen for a change. It didn’t really hurt but Brooke needed the money and what could the old woman do anyway. She couldn’t really hurt her so. I turned pulling down my gagra, I could see a different Dad as his face was soft unlike his usual grim, with his rod stiffened must be he enjoyed the ass scene. I gave him the towel, “my hands are oil hang it on bathroom”. Dad followed me. Dad squatted on the bathroom floor and ordered me to massage his back. I started massaging his back, his dick was hardening, I moved my hand to his butt, as he was sitting I couldn’t go deep, so he got up, I could understand my dad has fallen for me. He. I liked the landlord's chauffeur, a nice young, good-looking man. Sometimes, I caught him looking at me. I day dreamed that he would fall in love with me and ask me to marry him. But, after Bhatt took away my innocence, I was filled with shame and regret. I felt used, defiled, unworthy of a man's love. I could no longer look at the chauffeur or talk to him. When Bhatt came to me that night, I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. He grunted and groaned with pleasure and filled my mouth. Somewhere in my mind we had already now been together. Still, I wasn't quite ready to tell him how much I wanted to make him cum for me. I continued."Look, Billy, if it makes you feel better, have a look." Before he could say anything, I pulled down my underwear to let him get a look at me. I was just a little bit bigger than him. I watched his eyes glance at my cock for a second, then look again...this time staring for a while. I thought I saw him lick his lips a little to drink what he saw..