And then I would be filthy dirty forever, and even Paul wouldn’t want me, I thought as I cried until I could cry no more. And then it occurred to m.... I had no other choice. I had to get Paul to make love to me before Daddy fucked me. I suddenly understood the difference Paul said there was between making love and fucking. I had to get to Paul. And I had to not let Daddy get to me first. If it meant that… I wasn’t going to think about that. I would do what I had to do. Once the bruises. "They were talking about boyfriends and especially Bobby Parker," Cynthia went on, "and you know how I feel about him."Amanda merely nodded her head in response."Well, it turns out that Jill has been having sex with him." Cynthia said, the words burning as they came out of her mouth."It's not easy for any parent to find out that their child is now having intercourse," Amanda said in understanding."Oh they're not doing that," Cynthia corrected, "in fact she told Toni that she didn't want to do. “Not until I tell you.” She panted, willing the air to cool her pussy, desperately trying to keep the climax at bay, deliciously riding the edge of orgasm. He pounded deep into her, his hips hard against hers, crushing her thighs against the edge of the table. Faster he ground himself into her and his cock grew, wider than it had ever been. His hands gripped her hips, pulling him into her, hard. “Please, please, please…” She wondered for a moment where the whimpered words came from, then. Those who had not met me personally before had evidently been briefed about my support for the company. They all regarded me as their sugar daddy.I looked for Vivian Morentzy — the accomplished young lead dancer slave I had rescued from degrading pole dance work in a bar six months earlier. She was nowhere to be seen. Since she would be playing the lead in today's rehearsal I assumed she had a private dressing room and was preparing there.I did see one naked dancer at the other end of the room.