-"Are you going to be my little bitch?" I'll be your little bitch!" I reply loudly, hoping I can convince her of not hurting me any further.She stands...up and turns around and walks away. I look up and am amazed by her perfect butt, I gawk with a slight cartoonish jaw drop.I still don't know what I am doing here or who she is, but I was definitely not dissapointed that I was being held in this situation by a girl like this.Normally I would never in a million years touch or even dare to speak to. ..In the car, she gave the driver a bit of a thrill as she squirmed out of her shorts and top and into her dress and heels. She put on a bit of makeup and put her hair up to make herself look older. When the driver let her out of the car in front of the Ritz Carlton hotel, she was not the little teen girl that had gotten in. Her short dress barely covered her panties as she stepped out of the car. He said nothing closing the door behind her, climbing in and driving off. Amazing how good tips. I normally do not drink scotch before dinner, but I needed something to calm my overloaded nerves. The ladies were behaving themselves to all outward appearances, their conversation light and flirty, but after lunch and the show at the lingerie store, every touch was like a hot iron to my system, and they kept bumping into me in such a way that gave them an excuse to further touch me. I was a wreck. A horny wreck.Tables at restaurants in DC are not generally arranged for intimacy. They are. “Chelsea, lay down baby,” Kristen instructed her daughter.“Why mommy,” Chelsea asked, laying back slowly.“Just lay down,” Kristen said firmly.Chelsea lay back, her knees up and together, her perky little tits pointed at the ceiling, her blue eyes on her mother.Kristen pushed her daughter’s legs apart and began moving between them.“No mommy,” Chelsea cried, trying to close her legs. “You can’t do that! It’s.