You're my girlfriend's dad. She had me to meet you and your wife on thanksgiving. You were wearing loose slacks and when you sat down on the couch I saw how huge your cock is. My mouth watered and I felt weak. I looked up and you were looking at me with a cruel smile. I went into the bathroom and let my heart stop beating. You opened the door and put your strong hand around my throat. "I'm gonna feed you this cock, ******", you whispered. "Come to the basement at midnight" you commanded, "and look like this." You shoved a photo in my pocket as you squeezed my mouth open and shoved your tongue down my throat. The stubble on your face scratched my cheeks and made me so hard. You left and I looked at the picture. It looked like a catholic schoolgirl, but with red lipstick smeared all over her face like her mouth just got fucked. She was lying on the floor drooling cum. A huge cock split her asshole open. And sticking out of her dress was a cock with cum spurting all over. I wanted to be her. At midnight I got out of the guest bed and crept into my girlfriend's room. I knew where her old uniform was. I quietly opened the closet and took it out. I went in the bathroom and put it on. I got so horny so fast I couldn't help it. I took out the picture and jerked off imagining that huge cock was in my ass. I came and rubbed the cum all over my face. I wanted to so badly, but I didn't go downstairs.  I was scared. But I'm not scared anymore, Mr. Clayton. I want you to make me your whore. I want to come over again by myself. I wish you'd call. I wish you'd call. I wrote my number in lipstick on your private bathroom's mirror. I'm waiting, Mr. Clayton. I'm yours.