I accepted.

I couldn't say no to the money.

"I'll do it," I said. He then handed me a wig, and fished out fake C tits for me to put on.

"What's this?"

"Brin," he said. "I miss her. Who knows where she is now, she was so flighty. But we had such good fucking sex. And you have her body. So I thought you could be her for me."

"So," I said as I pitched out a patchwork skirt and matching corset, "where do you think the real Brin is? Sucking off your father."

"Or yours. I've read your stories, remember."

I blushed. He was right.

"Okay babe," I said, taking his hand and pulling him towards me. I kissed him and brushed my hand across his face. "Give me a baby."

"Oh you slut, Brin," Harlow moaned. He **** my hand down into his pants, and helped me grip his cock. His other hand went into my pants and grabbed my own member.

"Take me to bed," he said, and I giggled. I don't know why. I skipped and led him into my bedroom.

He pushed me down onto the sheets and kissed me again. As he did so, I ripped off his shirt. I started kissing his nipples. He took off his pants and revealed a rock hard cock.

"Rub it between my tits," I pleaded. He started rubbing his cock head against the fake tits he'd made me put on. Somehow it felt real. After it was good and really hard he thrust it into my mouth.

I sucked and took it down me further and further. Finally, I could feel him about to cum.