My ear was ready for a kiss; my tongue was ready and, yes, even Hardcore with this stranger, my cunt was ready. I wondered how it would feel with someone other than Dad. I was anxious to find out but sat there quietly. “I’m going to put on a robe,” he said, “and I’ll bring one for you so you can get out of that skimpy little outfit.” I was tired of my outfit. It was too snug…I unzipped and stepped out of it as he handed me a robe. I wrapped the robe around me and we sat opposite each other. He got some more wine, handed me my glass and bent down to kiss me…I turned my head and he landed a kiss on my ear…that was the beginning…I should have just kissed him on the mouth, gotten up and left with my money but I didn’t.Just kissing my ear got me started…I was ashamed of myself but what I did was, as he backed away, took his hand and pulled him to me for a mouth kiss, inserting my tongue into his mouth. He took the hint. Not much hint was needed and he pushed the robe off doggystyle my shoulders which fell to the arms of the chair…he pushed off his robe and I reached for his cock which was stiff as a board already…I pulled his cock to me for a kiss…just like I did with Dad…this was the same thing, I told myself, just a “not-Dad” blowjob otherwise the same. A man, a man cock, now kissing his cock, licking the real sensitive part underneath just like Dad had taught me. This was the same except I was getting paid for doing what I liked casting doing anyway. I blonde started to think of that cock fucking me. It made me really hot. Dad had taught me lots of tricks and I played with this man’s balls. I looked up at him…his eyes were closed, a calmness on his face…hands holding my head to him…all men are alike I began to think as this second man in my life was acting just like Dad…his balls hardened as I sucked and licked and sucked some more. Then I stopped; the man’s eyes opened looking down at me… “I don’t want you to come in my mouth,” I said, licking my lips and tasting his pre-cum…it tasted good. He stared at me, questioning. A blowjob closer look would show that each building was precisely engineered to be built where it was, but from a distance, it looked like a shanty town in the skies. As he stripped down to his suntan and briefs which he had worn especially for this moment, hoping it would happen tonight, he could not take his eyes off her magnificent arse. I've always looked up to you, Becky.” We hobble after the Biladi woman’s group. He's a white guy, just like you. Hardcore Loud groans and moans filled my room as we both drifted into the clouds and slowly worked our way back down. "That feels so good, Slave . . . I silenced her with a long sloppy kiss before replying. There was a flash of light somewhere ahead of her. The guys burst from their seats, freed by my new commands, all accepting the conditions to join my club, all so eager to surrender their doggystyle mothers to be fucked hard like the sluts they were. You said blonde this would be a world class fuckfest and you wanted some real nympho women here so you could take one up to your room.” "It's for both of us . . . Olivia replied, “Good, except I am having trouble with the casting bread.” “I’m sure that the client wouldn’t mind that at all, but no, you have to wear a dress or skirt and top.” I could tell he was shocked but even more turned on . . . Sherry”