Like Mother Like Daughter, I've Got My Sugar Daddy

I grew up in a bad part of town. Assaults, mugging, B&E, m****r, r**e, you name it we lived with it. My mother met a guy who moved us to a nicer place to live. But I never got over looking over my shoulder. When I went to work downtown I took my paranoia with me.

The owner liked me well enough and we talked about anything and everything, and he thought I was a virgin. There was a r**e and m****r in the neighborhood I had lived in and when he brought it up, isn't this awful, I told him I was born there and lived there until I was fourteen. We talked about me after that and he said 'now you're safe' and I told him no woman was safe.

The more we talked, the more I told him, that I had been r**ed even I was eleven and that a friend of mine was killed along with her mother. I told him I never go out without a gun, and I don't trust anyone. By then he was assuring me that he loved me and he was going to take care of me. He said he loved me so many times I slipped and told him I loved him too.

From that day on I parked in the executive area out front of the building, I was put in an office instead of the cube farm. I got put in an assortment in s secure high rise and I became his girlfriend. As far as he knows other than being r**ed when I was eleven, I was totally sex free until he put me under him.

My mother has a man who looks after her, and pays her rent. Now I was doing the same. Except the man who takes care of me is a whole lot nicer.