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“Daddy, come,” she pleaded from the bedroom.
When I walked in, I found her on all fours in her sexy panties and black, satin negligée — the one with spaghetti straps, lace frills at the top and bottom, and a sheer, almost reflective black sheen in between. She was protruding her bum in the air, displaying her ass cheeks prominently, and looking over her shoulder at me seductively. I thought she wanted me to spank, lick, or fuck her behind. A reasonable conclusion, but a wrong one.
I reached to my belt to undo it and remove my pants, but she protested, “No, Daddy. Take a few photos of me.”
“What?”
“A guy I’m friends with on-line said he wants new sexy shots of me.”
“Oh. So, I’m just your personal paparazzi? Is that it?”
“No, no, Daddy. Don’t be silly. But I have to give my fans what they want, don’t I?”
“Keep up with their demands?”
“More like just keeping them up — and hard — hard up, for me.”
“I see,” I said as I started snapping pics of her. She modeled very seductively. As they say, she made love to the camera. I couldn’t help but feel that she was making love to this anonymous stranger out there in the metaverse. Lola was his nympho-pixilated-dream-girl. “Does your phantom fuck-boy have…