I could wear only extremely tight or revealing clothes and heavy makeup at all times: red lips, dark eyes. My red hair was shoulder length and always ...neat. I had become the perfect slut; Paul’s perfect slut. Or so I thought.My world came crashing down one afternoon after I’d finished a gym session. I'd flopped onto my bed back home when I got a call from Paul — or ‘Daddy’ as his name appeared on my phone.“Hey Viki, we need to meet urgently. Can you come to my house in an hour? The girls will be. She snuck out of his bed without his knowledge. That had never happened to him since his high school days. After he learned the art of seduction, practicing his expertise every chance he got, not one woman had left his bed. He had always been the one to leave theirs. It was unsettling knowing he did not have any control over the woman he intended to marry. Gabe crumpled the note in his hand as he continued on to the lush dinning area of the hotel, anger making his steps swift. If he had not. I started to kiss her allover the face and moved to the boobs and I pressed very hardly and bites her nipples with dress then I removed her tops and sucked her boobs and her brown nipples she was breathing heavily and pressed my head against her breast after some sucking I slowly moved to her belly and then to her glory hole my fav pussy it was with light blood smell but I liked her and started to lick her pussy first she tried to avoid me but after some time she allowed me to lick her pussy. “Please. I feel quite dizzy.”He offered her a hand, and she clung to it when she rose. He had carried her – and gallons of water on her clothes – up the stairs. He swept her up into his arms only planning to carry her to the bed. Even walking with her in his arms through the next room, even when he started to kiss her, he was just going to put her to bed. Even when he swept the bedclothes back and dropped her on the bottom sheets, he was going to cover her more warmly in just a second.Then he.