Exgirlfriend exposed by her exboyriend for revenge

“Ring me is want more,” He said. I rang him two days later, and another fuck session resulted. He know owns me and now live in an apartment paid by him (Big Jim), my new daddy. My weekends are mine, to do as I please. He must have a family. I don’t need to work, as he pays the rent and leaves me $100 for supplies. As long as during week I am his bitch, and sometimes his friends. Like I said, for close to ten years I have been my Daddy’s bitch, something I dare not tell a sole nor want to ruin anything good in my other life. She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. Her smile widened as she teen came across an entry entitled 'Alison!' She glanced up and stared at the photo of a young woman whose smiling face, framed with short blonde bobbed hair. "I wonder where you are now and if you have found happiness yet?" she murmured softy to herself. Her eyes took on a slightly unfocussed look as she recalled the night she met Alison for the first time ... The club was dark and dingy; smoke curled and hung in the pools of light thrown up by the shaded bulbs. Julie walked slowly and confidently to the bar feeling the eyes of the men undressing her as she moved. Julie knew that at 35 she still had a good body amateur on her that would turn men's heads cum and get a look of jealous disapproval from a few women as well. Julie's body did not just come from luck, two hours of gruelling work in a gym three times a week plus more than the odd martial arts work out and given her, a well-developed firm figure without the over developed muscles she had seen on some women. "Beer," she growled at the barman, pulling out a crumpled packet of cigarettes from the pocket of the battered and worn man's leather jacket she loved so much. Fishing in the pocket of her tight jeans, she fished out an old Zippo lighter and oral lit the cigarette. "Don't get many ladies in here" leered the barman as her handed the bottle, "Looking for some action are we?" Picking up the bottle, Julie stared hard at the barman, her icy blue eyes glittering in her pretty face. "One I am not looking for action, two let me know when tight a lady walks in will you, and three go and crawl back into the fucking hole you crawled out of." Julie surveyed the room slowly her eyes piercing the gloom to stare at each of the small groups huddled round the tables, looking for the particular face she was seeking. Some men leered openly at her, winking at her, inviting her over with their eyes. A few of the wiser ones averted their gaze, maybe they just smelt the aura of trouble that surrounded her or maybe they had caught a glimpse of the outline of the butt of the Browning sticking from the back of her waistband. Turning back to the bar, Julie dismissed the room as the usual group of lowlifes that inhabited these places and took a draw straight from the bottle of beer. Hearing a commotion in the corner Julie turned and watched as things developed. I was just getting into something more comfortable,” she replied with a somewhat seductive tone to her voice. We cannot do this!” She took me into a restroom and had me change into the tight new cum panties, which had a little pocket to hold my prick and tuck it away firmly. I’m alright. He had a way of getting under my skin. Finally, my cock shrank out of her cunt and we laid there, our bodies limp and exhausted. She let it pass through as she felt that every teenager had this curiosity inside them and it was nothing more than it. “But I did finally look at the dog’s companion. He swirled it through my sheath, making me tremble. “Its ok guys, hard ons like that just mean that you like what’s on the TV. She turned the ring, so the seam was amateur in the hole. “When we’ve launched our teen volley, those with melee weapons charge into the woods and kill everything that moves!” Sandy groaned and pushed forward as far as she could, trying to offer her cunt to anyone who wanted it. Her hands tangled in his hair, forcing him closer to him and making him suck even harder on her perky breast. I changed her from preferring pants to skirts, a minor change that I didn't think would turn her into preferring feminine sleeping attire instead of her PJs. But what Charlie began to treasure oral as much as the sex were their interludes.