.Yes, Babygirl?” he asked.“It tastes good, Daddy,” I sleepily whimpered.He seemed to relax then, pulling the first small lolli away again. It wa...s only a second til the bigger, warmer lollipop was pushed against my tiny mouth.This time I opened my mouth without hesitation, now more prepared for the size of the bigger candy. Daddy pushed the larger, drippy sweet into my lips-- too much making me cry out and push back against him. What I felt then also startled me, my small fingertips touching his. She did not even like him, but she needed him to fuck her, and realized that she would let him fuck her again, any time he chose. As she would Dan. As she would the motel clerk. And, as she realized to her great horror while Kevin was fucking her hard, bouncing on top of her plump body, as she would any man with whom any of these three would decide to share her. She was a slut, truly and unmistakably; Abby and Sweetlips have become one.And then she became one with the jerk fucking her, and she. This time aunty didn't take any notice of me and I went in without a problem. There weren't many in there, being mid week, Two men sitting at a table over one side, one man wearing stage makeup, an old chap at the bar and Aunty and her friends sitting at a table by the door. Auntie was a big woman with long grey hair, on one side of her was another woman that she was talking to, but what took my attention was a woman of about 40 sitting on the other side wearing a Midlands Red bus conductors. Behind her there was a scuffle as someone removed their clothes, then a thud as someone much heavier than Cassandra climbed up onto the table. He moved up behind her and she shivered as one large finger was slid into her dripping wet hole.“Alright slut,” he growled “Whose cunt is this?” She made no answer for her throat was full of cock and the hand of Mr Philips would not let her withdraw. After a moment the man behind removed his finger and gave her a slap, directly between the legs..