Chapter 3

Poppy

The waiter hesitated for half a second, then unzipped his trousers. My breath caught at the sight of his hard thick, flushed dick. It was nowhere near as big as Daddy's, but it still had my mouth watering.

“Look at her,” Daddy said, voice sharp. “See how she’s shaking? She likes this. Don’t you, little slut?”

“Yes,” I whispered, too far gone to feel shy. My thighs pressed together under the table.

"She's a dirty cock loving girl. My dirty cock loving girl, aren't you sweet Poppy?"

"I am," I whined, barely holding back from touching the lovely dick before me.

“Touch yourself,” Daddy ordered the waiter....