Have you thought about finding a nice man friend?”“NO! Besides, do you think for a moment that if you switch teams that other women won’t try to...get with you just to get into your pants?”After a quiet bit of thought she looked at me and sighed.“I had not thought of that.”We were sitting and talking when a very tall guy came up and asked her to dance. She looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded as she got up and went to dance. After the dance she smiled and returned to me. We spoke some. We got our coffee and sat on the sofa I showed her the picture and she said she could make the cake as we sat there couldn’t help stroking her leg my hand traveling higher and higher she looked at me and said do you want to do this I said yes I do ok she said we best go up stairs She locked the door and I followed her up stairs watching her broad arse as we went up the stairs Once in her room we started kissing and I was feeling her up she said she needed to go to the bathroom When she came. I dunno... girly, I guess. It may not be what led me directly to the lifestyle I have, but it did fit right in. I live with my Daddy. His name is Mark. Don't misunderstand - he's not my father. To everyone else, he's my fiancé, but to me, he's my Daddy, and I'm his little girl. I try to be his good little girl as much as I can, but sometimes I'm not, and he will correct me. I've been spanked, put in the corner, given enemas... But those are different stories for another time. Today is Saturday,. You understand his concern, his anxiety about the program but the pressure is not helping. After all, they would not have brought you in unless they had been totally stumped.Richard enters your temporary workspace with a superficial smile on his face, which unsuccessfully masks his inner concerns.The $2000.00 per day fee is eating into his contingency fund very quickly."How's it going, Phyllis? Anything I can do to help?"You smile wanly at him."Yes" Name it and you got it". He answers.