Her breasts brushed against my chest and I stood there enjoying it , trying to control my excitement .“Sorry, ” She told. “It’s okay, ma’am ...” I told. And then we were sitting at the dining table, on opposite sides. Just as I was eating the Noodles she had made, her legs brushed against mine. Trying to not let go of the chance I didn’t move my legs away. She didn’t too, but she smiled at me. I smiled back, not knowing how to really get it a step forward.Then I went to wash my hands and when I. Little by little Robert started working late. Working late at a job he had never had to work late at before. And then the sudden unexpected trips out of town that was now a new requirement (without any sort of promotional increase for this sudden addition to his already heavy workload). And though in the back of my mind I was starting to fear and worry, I did the one thing that perhaps I shouldn't have. I pretended it wasn't happening. I figured as perhaps most do, what I didn't know .... I asked who was her pimp. "I'm not a pimped out hoe, I don't bang for money," she said in a voice that sounded like she had severe mental retardation. Like helmet retarded,not like walks like a first time anal victim at all times retarded. "So you sell your slop hole for crack?" I asked even though I could not give two shits what the answer was. What surprised me was that she was not a prostitute but a slut. Instead of banging for money, she did it for the pure love of the sport and the. “Oh Daddy, this is so perverted, it’s so exciting,” she smiled as she leaned forward, lowering her mouth into the pool of piss, drinking it.Tom allowed her to taste it, then opened his hands causing the remainder of the liquid to run down her body, over her breasts. His piss covered hands went to her breasts, he saw her wince in pain.“Sore?” He asked, “l’m sorry, was l too rough?”“No Daddy,” she replied, “l wanted it, l want you to do anything you want with me, l love you Daddy.”Tom began.