He was paying .My second time fucking for money, well the first was a misunderstanding. Tonight, well there was no mistake. I was being paid, as was m...y daughter. He came, ejaculating hot come into my mouth. Mummy disappeared with a guy. I was left with the others. They were all about Mum and Dads age. I wanted a drink. A glass of champagne. I sipped it. Drank it slowly. I was blonde, pretty, good figure, and great tits. I was hot. I was eighteen. They all wanted to fuck me, I knew. As did all. She sat next to him, so small... andshe loved him so much that powerful emotions threatened to sweep heraway. If he said all the doctor would do is talk, she believed himunconditionally. Still, the fear of pain, of an injection forced her toask the one question most children her age must ask. "Is he going to give me a shot?" I don't think so cupcake. But if he thinks he needs to, what do we do?Do you remember?"Little Kimberly smiled a scared smile, "Just hold on to you as hard as Ican.". "Beer would be nice." "I'll get it," I said. Ah yes, the sweet little housewife. When I came back from the kitchen with the refreshments, they'd sat down around our glass coffee table. "Thanks," the guys said and sipped their beers. "Say," Frank asked, pointing to 'the thing'. "What the hell is that?" "Oh, that," Mike grinned. "It's a guy thing. Just bought it." He took the cylinder and unscrewed the lid, letting Frank see the latex pussy inside. "Ohmigod," Frank laughed. "What a treat for us. I was half amused and half irritated, thinking I'd disturb her when I got up to check everything was okay. Then, against my inclination and intention, I dropped off too.I woke, briefly, an hour or so later. Serendipity was still pitching and I could hear rain beating on the coach-roof, but everything felt alright ... especially the young woman leaning against me, snoring slightly. I drifted off again.The next time I woke was after one in the morning. There was no sound of rain, though the wind.