My hands were sweaty as I was extremely nervous. The woman I loved was going to be mine for the night.I looked around the modest hotel room, I moved t...o bed slowly stripping with my back to Jolene. I turned around as I was fully naked and at the bed. My mouth dropped open. Jolene was stood naked by the door. I stared for a second before shutting my mouth. I sat on the edge of the bed as she slowly sauntered towards me.As she reached me, she pushed me onto my back and straddled my lap, rubbing. Angique was certain that by now the girl must be convinced that becoming Angique's slave was her destiny. But if so, what took the girl so long to accept her true existence? Why this constant running off, this flight from what she so obviously needed and wanted? Angique sighed as her cab crawled through rush hour traffic. She thought she knew why, but then again: who knows for sure?She supposed that Alicia, like a true addict, had her 'clear' moments — especially when she was away from Angique. As we got there, she asked if I would be at the kitchen back door tomorrow too, and I nodded my head. She smiled and fairly well skipped off into her classroom. I shook my head, wondering what kind of trouble I had gotten myself into now.I barely tapped on the door when it was opened for me. As I stepped in, her face was almost covered in white flour, as were her hands, apron, and even her skirt under the apron. She pointed to the floor quickly explaining that they had pulled a flour sack down. " Ummm, grandpa, I think Charlene has something she needs to tell you,"Kari said, and then whispered I needed to tell my dad who I was, andleft the room. I sat him down, but before I could begin my story, Inoticed he was staring at my chest. I could hardly blame him, ofcourse, my gorgeous tits were on full display, and my creamy globescould give a heart attack to any man, even one in his sixties. Iinstinctively have them a little bounce as I say down across from him,bent over a little to give.