I want to cover up protectively and I want to obey my Daddy’s wishes. Daddy is shushing me and telling me to keep sucking and that everything is oka...y. I relax and look into the stranger’s eyes and then I realize he isn’t a stranger; he’s Daddy’s friend, Robbie. He is an attractive African-American ageless guy, like Daddy, but unlike Daddy, he is light-skinned and slight. “Babygirl, you remember Robbie,” Daddy tells me. I look from Daddy to Robbie. “Shake his hand,” Daddy tells me, completely. Today saw a girl named Cheryl being introduced to room number 3, where Aaron knew there were a few usable rigs and proceeded to strap her lithe body into the metal framework. She barely fought against him, her hands lightly slapped his arms and a tiny voice begged him to let her go. None of that mattered to him. It had been too long for any of them to let a chance like this slip away. She didn't want him to spread her ankles and knees wider but the rigging allowed him to do so. The other three. The guy swallowed hard, as if not quite believing what he was seeing and was momentarily lost for words."Do you like what you see?" Steph said, idly fingering around the opening to her slit. "You could see a lot more if you wanted to. All you have to do is to let us have a look at your cock and maybe wank it off for you. We want to see how hard it gets and how much spunk you can shoot." Christ, don't you wear knickers," he gasped. "I mean walking around like that with a tiny skirt on, anybody. Maybe it lasts a few weeks, maybe much longer. I have been going to Power Trade looking for someone like you for years – sexual person with no relationship expectations. Now that I have found you tell me what you need. You know I’m comfortable, so you tell me what you need. You say it’s too far from base, I loan you a car. You need your space, I say, I am gone about a week a month back east and a few days during the week in L.A. You say you need privacy, I say fine, but don’t shut me out. You.