"Fuck, that mouth of yours never ceases to amaze me, Princess!" He sat up in the bed. I got up and moved to my makeup table. I hurried to fix my stock...ngs, fastened them slow and sexy to my lacey garter belt, knowing his eyes were all over me. I'm standing, bending forward at my makeup table. When he finishes I always hurry to do my make up for him, make myself presentable again. "I do it all for you, Daddy." I smiled at him.As I lean forward and apply fresh lip gloss and lip liner I push my. "Please, no -" I said shut up." His fingers slid between the lacy tops of her stockings and the smooth flesh of her thigh. She felt his hot breath on the nape of her neck as he let the elastic snap back into place. "Very nice." She closed her eyes tightly as he felt along the curve of her ass - whimpered again as he gave her a firm pinch there - and started shaking her head as he started sliding her thong slowly, painfully slowly, down along her legs.The flimsy pink panties fell to her. I hate that attitude. The bitch will pay forgetting so uppity.Monique, her heavy boobs looming above me, says, "Hey, W.W. How's itgoing? What's the matter? Not feeling like yourself?" She giggles.I try to speak and can't feel my throat or mouth, but hear my voice comingfrom another part of the room. I turn my attention there and can see aspeaker on some fancy piece of high-tech junk.I tell her, "Listen up. You find the right person to talk to, and getwhatever went wrong fixed. Why do I. I know I look pretty and my slim lithesome body wouldbe admired by all the men should I ever dare to leave the confines of myhouse.With a sigh of sadness I walk away from the mirror in the knowledge it'sonly an illusion, a fa?ade. I feel compelled to return to my window againand admire all those ladies flaunting themselves with pride.There goes another one passing by in all her finery. I hear the clicketyclick of her heels before she comes into view. Even that sound screams offemininity. It may.