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“I told you about my brother. He agreed to come back into town and stay with me until he gets his shit together.”

That was a good enough answer for Dad to continue talking about Riggs’s brother.

“And what did he say about my offer?”

“He’s thinking about it. He’s lazy. Often just sits arounds and smokes weed, waiting on whatever to happen.”

“Have you ever smoked weed?” I asked, spicing up this conversation.

“Valley,” Dad spat, giving me a look of disapproval.

“What? It’s not like I asked him for his bank information,” I said, holding up my hands to defend myself.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Della said apologetically.

And he didn’t.

“He’ll be back next week,” he said instead.

I rolled my eyes and started to eat what I put onto my plate while the others continued to talk while eating their dinner as well.

I had imagined tonight to be a little more interesting and fun, and I hated how much control he had over me without ever saying another word.

Maybe I had to change my strategy.

I didn’t even have the motivation to tease him under the table the way I did last night.

But it was useless either way, so I continued to enjoy my dinner, listening to their adult-talk, and hoping I would soon get to spend a few minutes alone with Riggs.

9

I was bored.

My parents and Riggs decided to continue their conversation in the living room after I helped Della clean up the dining table, and since I wasn’t much into talking about Dad’s business, I excused myself to go upstairs.

You could even say that I was upset that I didn’t get to do the things I wanted to do tonight, and I hated the silent control Riggs had over me.

There were also my parents in the room with us, and although I liked to push the limits, I didn’t feel like teasing Riggs.

Maybe one of my loyal men on my website want to see me in this cute outfit I’m wearing, I thought.

I walked into my bedroom and set up my laptop with the web cam clipped at the top.

I could’ve used my laptop’s camera to video chat with them, but I liked to get close sometimes, holding the webcam up close to my nipples or pussy so they could see just how wet I was.

Just thinking about that excited me, and I smiled, pleased with myself.

I sent some of the men a message, telling them the first who’s online could have some fun with me tonight, and the lucky winner was Frank.

A fifty-four-year-old British bus driver.

I liked his accent, and I was excited to see him again as he was extremely shy.

Maybe tonight I could get him to explore his body a little more, seeing as he only ever rubbed his cock while wanting to see me massage my tits.

Nothing more, so I figured it was time he’d come out of his shell.

His name appeared on my screen, but I quickly texted him that I needed another minute before I was ready.

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