A redhead

"Who does this belong to?" you ask Valerie.

"A girl called Grace, Grace Mathewson. She was showing it off yesterday. Her boyfriend gave it to her. He took her virginity this summer and she was bragging about it, showing us this."

"So she's a friend of yours?" Brian asks.

"No, we had a fight last year. She gave me a black eye," she says shamefacedly. "I made fun of her because she's kind of skinny and her boobs are pretty small. Are you going to punish me for that Daddies?"

"What's done is done," you say. "What does this Grace look like?"

"She's got long red hair. Like really red. Skinny, like I said. Pretty if you like skinny girls with no tits."

You smile, amused at Valerie's sarcasm, but also thinking of the two girls you passed on the way to your cottage.

"Does this Grace have a sister?"

"Yeah, I think so. Her little sister is first year here. I haven't seen her but that's what I heard. What are you going to do to Grace? Are you going to hurt her?" she asks hopefully.

"You don't need to worry about that," you tell her. "You've done well today Valerie. Very well."

"Thank you Daddy!" she beams, giving you a hug then sliding down your body to her knees. "Can I thank you now Daddy?" she asks, unzipping your pants and looking up with wanton eagerness. "I want to thank you so much."