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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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I follow Papa as he leads me to a restaurant near the entry of the hotel, what else does this place have? I don't pay attention as Papa speaks to people, I'm too busy admiring my surroundings, I've never been around so much elegance and beauty, it's hard to think that not even two weeks ago I was living in a broken-down home with no electricity or running water.
Papa leads me to a large table, there's already two men sitting there, but three empty seats. Papa pulls out a seat for me, I send him a quite thank you as I sit down, and as soon as my ass touches the seat the two men quieten up. "Dimitri, good to see you" One man speaks, so Papa's name is Dimitri? It suits him.
"Same to you, Dana, Trent, this is my daughter, Willow" I cant help the smile on my face, he called me his daughter, he's not ashamed of me like Marion was.
"Lovely to finally meet you" The man Dana says, "She certainly carries your genes" The man Trent speaks next, I thank them both too before someone places a menu in front of me, I take my time to attempt to sound out the words in front of me, it doesn't help that half of these are not in English.
I zone out as Papa and his colleagues begin talking about the event tomorrow, I'm too focused on the menu to notice that someone else has joined the table.
"Sorry for being late lads, we spent too much time at the gym" A funny accent speaks from next to me, I look up to see a man around my father's age with firey red hair "Willow, this is Wesley Murphy, he is the trainer of one of our main fighter's tomorrow" Papa explains, "Pleased to meet you" I smile, he smiles back "And you too little lady".
I look back down at the menu finally settling on a pasta dish called chicken al- something, the ingredients underneath seemed safe enough to eat, the last thing I want is to get something and not like it, which would embarrass Papa.
The man comes back and takes our orders, I watch as he fills the men's glasses with wine, he turns to me and I shake my head, I haven't drank before I don't want my first experience being drunk to ruin papas reputation, I'd be a very bad girl if I did that, and we know bad girls get what they deserve.
Instead, I just opt out for water, the food arrives quickly as the men continue to talk about tomorrow, my phone vibrates in my lap, I don't want to be rude and text at the table so I try and do it discretely.
