Special Victims

His hands started to pull down my zipper and for a brief moment I honestly thought I would let him go through with this. He kept muttering how much he wanted me, needed me. It was all things I wanted to hear. I hadn’t been laid in months and his confident hands felt so good wrapping around my cock until he looked up with me with those shamelessly pleading eyes and said, “Tell me what to do daddy.” My heart sank.