Daddy’s Slut
It was 15 past midnight, the air just a tad cold and chilly. I just got off from work doing a few of my private massages and now I am about to head back home after finishing up with everything. I checked my phone to see if I had gotten any calls or texts in case of a sudden emergency. There was nothing except a message from you about 4 hours ago. It read, ” From “Sweetheart”: Hurry up daddy..I’m so lonely and horny waiting all night for you.” At the end of the message, there was a picture attached: a photo of you topless with your legs spread wide open and your red lacy thong down to your ankles. I also noticed something strange with the photo in question, I thought I saw a man’s hand holding your right thigh apart to spread you wider for me. It couldn’t be right, I thought to myself, but we did ascertain the idea of you fucking around with some men on the side to appease you sexual appetite when I’m not around to fulfill your desires. I licked my lips in curiosity at the thought and ran along with what I had to do.