“Yeah. It’s cool.” Then he remembered that Pam wasn’t nearly so shapely, being rather thicker round the waist and with a smaller bosom. “But... I like girls that don’t have… that aren’t… well, other types of girls!” He put his jacket behind him on the bed, hoping that the floppy disk wouldn’t fall out of the pocket. “And you’ve not got a girlfriend, have you?” Chris coughed. “No.” Pam sighed and looked away for a moment towards the dressing table mirror where the two were reflected, looking very. All of the money was to be turned over to him. What Sally received in return was his protection, her meals, a roof over her head and his "love" whenever he felt like it. She, in turn, was expected to love him and do his will, without reservation. That was it. She was literally his slave. She did not know how many other whores served Sweet Daddy but she was sure he had a literal harem.The clients, or "johns" as they were called in the trade, began using Sally within minutes after she stepped out. Many I had met before, but no one ever really paid attention at these things. It went as I had expected: the men checked me out and slowly looked me up and down with lust in their eyes, while the women were either stand offish, or old and uninteresting. Eventually I broke away and made way to the hors d'oeuvres table. I mindlessly ate a plate, of, well to be honest, quite amazing cheese and snacks. I scanned the area and soon found where the alcohol was being served. "A drink for the beautiful. . But I love it. I love how it makes my body feel... I feel so... So HOT!" "Oh, man, don't stop! I'm gonna cum! Suck my prick, man! Suck my prick! Are you ready? I'm gonna cum! Do you want to taste my spunk? Do you? Cause, if you keep going, you will. Suck it! Suck! Oh, my God, Laura, that boyfriend of yours really knows what he's doing!" "I told you so, honey. And so does that boyfriend of yours! I already came once and he's throwing me on and over the edge. Go on, Pete! Even harder, will.