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I even started taking the money, mainly due to the fact that I was much too useful to let a little thing like regret get in the method of common sense. I would have been simply another fifteen-year-old catholic schoolgirl, doing her homework, doing her nails, doing the little ridiculous things that little ladies do. I had not been a little lady in a very long time though. I only worked 3 or 4 nights a week anyway, because I needed to be house by 9 pm on school nights and 10 o'clock on weekends. Deke didn't mind, he stated that was a good thing since he might really charge more, especially if the person I was going with picked me up at school. That opportunity ended up being worth a couple of hundred dollars extra, although I didn't really like it. I was always scared someone would see me entering into a unusual vehicle, a different strange vehicle whenever, and question what was going on.

I 'd been doing it for practically 2 months already, and I 'd lost track of how many people I 'd had sex with. I didn't want to know, but it needed to be a lot. I 'd made a lot of cash too. Method too much for a ninth grader to spend, even after Deke took his cut. He charged 300 dollars an hour for me, or 500 dollars for 2. Picking me up at school was worth an extra 200, which I thought was ludicrous, but you 'd be surprised how many guys wanted precisely that. Like it showed beyond a doubt that they were getting the genuine offer, an underage slut to suck and fuck . These were all older people too, like my dad's age, or more often even older, in their 40's and 50's mostly. He said that was generous due to the fact that he was my manager, my representative, my security guy, my advertising and transportation all rolled into one. He bought my clothing and the stuff I need to work, like condoms and lube and junk like that. It was more like acting than anything else given that I had to actually like these guys for an hour or two. I had to act younger sometimes too, as a little girl perhaps eleven or twelve years old; but never older. I liked acting though and I believe I had a genuine skill for it.

The guys loved me for a little bit, although some of them loved me for genuine and asked me if I 'd wed them, or at least come back to their cities and live with them. They were in love with who I pretended to be for that short time we were together, that's all, and while part of me felt lonely because I understood it wasn't really me they liked, primarily I felt a little much safer that method. Like a man who liked me wouldn't harm me, you know? I was in love with my daddy. That had altered too and I don't know if something involved the other precisely, however I don't believe in coincidence either. I 'd made love with like fifty guys or something, the majority of them wanting me to call them Daddy while we did it. Some of them wished to call me by a various name, their child's name, or a niece or the little woman next door possibly. However a great deal of them didn't mind calling me Samantha either, which troubled me at first, but then it didn't and I began liking it.

I could close my eyes and envision the man who was making love to me truly was my dad. I could talk to him, inform him I enjoyed him, how he made me feel grown-up and special and enjoyed. And someplace, in some way along that ride, I 'd begun to believe it. I 'd go home and see my real father and practically forget that it had not been him that I 'd fucked an hour or two prior to. But I was falling in love, in developed love, and I couldn't assist it. It was programmed into me, maturing not as his daughter but as his better half. We 'd done whatever but practiced our relationship, I believed, and he needed to feel the same way. Didn't he?

 

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