Chapter 19
Poppy
At 6:45 pm, I was ready.
The red dress Daddy had bought me, it clung to every curve, barely covered my ass, the neckline cut so low my t.i.t.s threatened to spill out with every breath I took. I looked like a dirty s.l.u.t and I loved it.
Daddy appeared in my doorway at exactly 7pm, devastatingly handsome in a black suit.
His eyes traveled over me slowly, lingering on my t.i.t.s, the curve of my hips, my legs in the red heels. He nodded in satisfaction, held out a hand to me. My fingers looked dainty in his when I took his hand and he tugged me out of the house.
Mom had no idea how much of a s.l.u.t I was for her husband. It was dirty and lewd and I ought to feel ashamed but I couldn't find it in me to. I wanted more. I wanted his slurp on that pink knobby tip
