Then one day, my husband told me that he wants to invite Prem to our house to share a meal together. He told me that he would not sit in drawing room ...ut in lounge. It was so strange for me as my husband never inviting male guest in the house and he keeps me in vial. I don’t know how he dare to brought male in home. That day was the turning point of my life and the reason I have to write this story. I am bursting to tell you! To tell the whole world in fact!Maybe at this point I should tell you. I watched him from the side and could almost see his prick. I soon saw the stream of piss though and was intrigued. I havent seen many cocks yet being only 14. I watched as he finished and then shook his thing. I thought I almost saw it. Paul then looked to his right and left as if looking to see if anyone was watching and then took a step back and continued to shake his prick. I couldnt believe it. He was starting to play with himself! Paul started to pull on his dick, just like I had done. The truck was huge, and had a sleeping area in the back. Get on in back&hellip, the driver said then looked at Mr. Miller as he climbed in. I dont do guys.. Mr. Miller shook his head. Just pay for the cunt, Ill watch. The trucker took his wallet out and handed Mr. Miller a hundred dollar bill then crawled in back with me. That was when I understood, Mr. Miller had just pimped me. Now I wasnt just a slut, but a real whore working for money. The trucker leered down unbuttoned my top and begin. A frisson of electricity passed through her and her body fell limpagainst his.That's it baby. Papa's home, he said and he slid his hand down herback beneath her cutaway jeans and started circling and teasing herbudding aureole and then plunged in. She gasped. Her eyes glazed over.He threw her onto the bed spread eagle, face down, and pinned herthere with the might of his arms and knees.Tell me what you want me to do.I want you to fuck me.Tell me where.In my pussy.Where?Up my pussy.He circled.