The ticket kiosk had been removed and the windows were boarded up, but the marquee was still there and the wide entry doors were still in good conditi...on.There were four young men in "uniform" lounging in front of the entrance, but they were obviously guards, if you knew what to look for. There were no guns in sight, but there were short sections of pipe and heavy chain within arm's reach of all of the men. Guns would have forced the police to pay attention, but there was no law against short. I knocked and waited. I could hear the heavy footsteps of the fat man and the door opened and he beckoned me in. He sat on the corner of his bed. "You have something to say?" he asked. "Yes Sir," I answered not knowing where to start. "I'm sorry Sir," I stammered. He stuck his large hand in the air to stop me. "Actions speak louder than words," he growled. "Miss Graham wants a letter from me, and you, my girl, are going to have to earn it." "Yes Sir," was all I could think to say. I could. And she knew now that she had to have it. She had to be touched, down there, down between her thighs on the lust-burning slit of her already lewdly moistened cunt. She had to touch herself there, if necessary, or even better, she had to be touched by Skip.Suddenly Jennifer wriggled free of the groping youngster and pulled back, staring narrow-eyed down at his questioning face. "Listen, Skip," she gasped. "Listen. Let's sit down on the couch for a minute and pull ourselves together and then...". I need you Papa and it as been so, so long. Her fingers wrap around my cock and she nibbles my ear. Papa, don’t you miss me?” “ Now princess, you know that is not right or fair, what would you have thought if I had done that to you when you were training. I can not punish her, she did a great job tonight. She deserves to not be alone tonight.” “ Master, she will not be……….” Holding my finger to her lips I repeat, “She deserves it princess, I am her Master, I need to show her she did very good..