A late night rendezvous with Johnson's Johnson

It wasn't the first time that Daisy had woken up to a phone call from a blocked number in the middle of the night, and it wouldn't be the last. She answered it and heard Mr. Johnson's heavy breathing on the other side of the line. "Good morning sir," she said groggily, because it was morning. Her clock read 1:28 AM in bright red characters.

"I need you," he grunted. She could hear a rhythmic sound on the other end, and she wasn't surprised. It wasn't like he called her at 1 in the morning to offer her a good deal on tires.

Daisy leaned back on her bed and pressed her phone between her cheek and her shoulder. She was sweaty, and all tangled up in her sheets. Her blonde hair was done up in a bun. That wouldn't last long, if he had his way. She was wearing panties and a loose t shirt. He was the one that had told her she was to dress like that every night. "You need me, sir?" she asked. Her fingertips crawled across her sensitive skin, reddened by the heat.

"I've been stroking my fucking cock for hours now. If I do it any longer, it's going to fucking fall off. I need your mouth."

Daisy felt herself squirm. "You need my mouth, sir?" she said. There was a smile growing on her face.