After passing all my childhood in orphanages and foster-parents when I turned 18 I finally was able to decide my life. Only then I met my real father who didn't know I even existed. He was divorced for the 4th time and he was only able to see me at first as the cleaning lady who does all things around the house and then as his lover. For me was the same I could only see him as way to have some stability in my life and a home. And we have the same tastes about sex, he makes me scream loud when he's from behind.