." his words trailed off as understanding slowly seeped in. "Oh no, no way, Jenny," he stuttered, "He would kill me when he found out. Especially as I... would be fucking you as well if I am there. Anyway, what makes you think you would get away with trying that? For a start, he would recognise you instantly. Secondly, a prostitute does anything and everything the customer wants, so long as he can pay for it, and I do mean anything. Your Dad has some rather kinky preferences, just like most men.. I felt his hands reach down to my bum, pulling me against him. I gasped, his hardness pressing against me, I could feel my own juices starting to flow, a longing from within the pit of my belly. No, I thought to myself, you cant do this here, not with a stranger.With that he lifted me, my legs automatically wrapping round his waist, supported by his strong arms and the sea. My mound was now pressed against his hard cock, separated by the material of our bathing suits. The longing within me was. “Put your hand back,” I instructed her, “I’m going to give you one extra stroke for that.” Thwack, thwack and she cried out again as the one thong flicked across her slit. “One more!” I reminded her. Thwack! A little bit harder for the last stroke and she leapt up rubbing her bum. I could see in her eyes she couldn’t wait to return the favour, and it didn’t take long. Two straight wins and I was instructed to take up the same position. She also moved around behind me, sliding her hand over my. Why did you pick me?" Random -- you were in the cafeteria and he spotted you." Don't lie, Ren. You've already lied enough. There's another reason, isn't there?" Well ... You're new to the school and he knew we hadn't met." There's more than that." Tears flowed down her cheeks. "It's because I'm homely, isn't it?" Scarlet -- you are not homely." Stop lying to me. I know how I look, Ren. I hate my nose and my chin. I know I have an ugly smile and I hate seeing myself in pictures. I begged to have.