"Lovely," the man whispered, "Thank you."
"Thank you," I said and bounced on my heels, always happy to get a compliment.
The store manager had brought a chair into the room. Daddy went over and spoke with him a moment and then waved me over. "This is for you," he said, indicating the chair. "We'll be here about an hour or so and you might want to be comfortable. They are going to let guys know you're back here and they can come see you if they like. Chaz," He indicated a twenty something guy with dark skin and curly hair who was standing by the curtain, "is going to be checking IDs and letting guys in. Anyone who comes in can see you, obviously, but if they want to get up close or touch you they have to pay for it.
"Oooh," I sat on the chair and rubbed my wet p***y on it while Daddy exp
