He had taken many pictures and videos of us on vacations and such. I was kind of taken back by the sheer number of girls that were involved, though. Daddy and I came up with a plan to troll the local bar scene for potential partners for me. Finally, I got up, walked over to him, and put my arms around his neck. He couldn’t really see my face as I mugged for the camera. I started to get out of bed regularly at night to check up on him. Who would operate the camera? Daddy seemed to like to watch mostly young teen girls fucking. I had always wondered just who makes these videos and pictures and asked him about it. I clicked on page after page of girls either posing or fucking. It was a nice sized one at that. Anyway, I get dropped off and check out the potentials. We never tell them we sell the pictures on the Internet. “I never really thought about it much,” he said. Most of the time, I waited and watched until he finished before I slipped off to
