Birthday girl

9:00am

Carters doorbell rang. He opened the door to see a sexy little blonde girl standing there. She was wearing fishnets and a mini skirt that didn't cover half of her round ass and a crop top and heels.

"Hi, I'm Ashley" said the blonde, offering a handshake. "I saw what you did to my mom a few months ago. You beat up my dad then pounded her right over his face. I was watching from upstairs. I know you have some sort of arrangement... I want to be pounded like that. I just turned 18 today."

Carter realized who this was. This is Fuckmeat and Greg's daughter. This was going to work out nicely.

"Come inside." he ordered. She smiled excitedly but he held up his hand as she took a step. "Crawl." he said. She obeyed.

As she crawled past him, he saw she was wearing a buttplug. It was white. She saw him looking and said "I borrowed it from my mom a while ago... I've been practicing... in case you want to use my ass."

Carter grabbed one of her exposed ass cheeks and squeezed. He was going to have fun with this one. He sat down on the couch and she knelt in front of him. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down. She wanted to please this man badly. She did her best to suck his huge dick then her laid her face down on the couch and fucked her pussy roughly from behind and pulled her hair as she moaned with pleasure. He came on her smiling face and sent her home with a note for her dad.

Hi Greg. Your daughter paid me a visit this morning. I will now expect to see her regularly. Naturally your fee will be doubled. --Carter

A few days later she got a collar just like her mom's with her new name on it: 'Cocksleeve." She loved it.

Just as he did to Jerry, over the next few weeks, Carter only sent Greg videos of Ashley getting pounded and degraded. He wondered if Greg was holding out for more videos of his wife, or if he had succumbed. Maybe he should ask.