Then, after letting a little water drain, she sat on my face I began to taste her rosy pussy. I was just just just like a rose water. Damn. That was g...ood. Then, we relaxed there for about 10 minutes. I carried her wet onto the bed and it started like a cold feeling for both of us. We continued our foreplay with me fingering her pussy while biting those hard tasty nipples while she was like completely into the cold feeling heaven shouting Aaaaaa.. Ahhhh.. Ssssss..Next, put on a condom and slowly. Then, true to her submissive nature, she just accepted it.“Now, strip. I want to see what you look like.”“Please, Daddy. Don’t make me do that.”“Do you want me to paddle your behind? Strip!”“Yes, Daddy.”It didn’t take Stacy long to get naked.“Hands behind your head. Good girl.”Jack looked his oldest daughter from head to toes. She didn’t have much pubic hair, and her tits were just small mounds and her hips were still boyish. But if she was anything like her mother, she’d develop a nice body. If she was to be believed, she’d seduced a male residential social worker, who had subsequently been dismissed and enjoined from having any further contact with the girl. ‘Justice’ had taken its course and he’d spent two years at Her Majesty’s Pleasure – most of it, or course, in solitary for his own protection. Suki had done a bunk and was living ‘by the kindness of strangers’. By the time we met she was of age and no longer of concern to the ‘Care’ system. From what she said I was pretty sure. He was wearing a trilby and his loose-fitting, double-breasted suit-jacket was perfect for a ‘dip’. He was as good a prospect as I was likely to find on that hot Wednesday afternoon. You develop a sixth sense about these things and I anticipated an easy afternoon’s work. The platform at Leicester Square tube station gets pretty crowded between half-past-four and six o’clock with the rush hour and I made sure I stayed close to the bloke in the trilby because I didn’t want to get separated from.