I tried to squeeze down the butterflies and settled my breathing as I walked to the door and opened it. There was a moment when we just looked. Faces ...amiliar from photographs at last made flesh. I took two steps back, opened the door fully and tilted my head slightly. She returned my shy smile and walked in. So relaxed and casual had been the wrong call. She was in boots, partly covered by a black calf length skirt, a crisp white blouse topped by a bolero shrug. Formal and classical. She. ” I pulled her hand out, and sucked her fingers clean, one by one. “That’s what it will take, for you to take my breath away.” I looked her in the eyes. “Make me do that, and I’ll be your willing slave, for one night. For that night, I’ll do whatever you want, let you do anything to me that your cunt’s heart desires.”She was breathing hard, already doing things to me in her imagination. “What’s your name, pussy?”I laughed. “Cindy the First, Gloryhole Queen of Squalor Park.” I offered my hand.. She imagines what it would be like if she is being watched. Does he like what he sees? Is he hard? Does he touch himself?He’s relieved she wasn’t alarmed by his clinking glass, and watches as she massages herself and removes her shorts. It’s the first time he’s seen her nude, and he grabs his cock through his jeans. He’s imagined how she looked and is thrilled to see her for real. The moon glow highlights her trimmed hair and nipples pushing through the tank top. She is stunning and he wishes. “Your daughter is just as peppy in the morning as I am!” I retorted.“Birgit gets that from you, that’s for sure!”“Tiger, what are we doing on Saturday for Bethany?”“Joint Guys’ and Girls’ night,” I said. “She wasn’t thrilled with the idea of a birthday party. And I didn’t feel right taking her out on a date.”“Because of her? Because of you? Because of us?”“I’m pretty sure the answer is ‘D - all of the above’. I’ve been very careful because I want her settled and in a routine and don’t want to.