“I wasn’t thinking.”
“I hope it wasn’t a boy making you spacey,” she said, shaking her head, her blonde hair—styled like Jackie Kennedy’s, who Mother thought embodied the modern woman—dancing about her neck. I was here with Daddy. Porn vedio I let out a girlish giggle as we pulled up front and a valet—an honest to goodness valet, just like in the movies—greeted us in his red jacket, white gloves on his hands. Her ass had such a sensual curve to it. I explored her pussy, driving her more and more wild, her arms pulling at the blue ties binding her to the bedposts. It sounded amazing. I pictured the woman plastered to Daddy, arms tight about his neck. He smiled at my bare tits then mouthed, “You wanted to be a whore, get to it.”
He stepped aside, and I boldly marched into the room. Since I had the house to myself, I put my record player on its loudest setting, the Beach Boys booming through the house as I did my chores, doing all of Mother’s normal chores plus my own. I felt so grown up, a woman instead of a girl. I bet her husband had no idea. Oh, I came so hard again.
