You stand behind me, and I feel your hot breath on my neck."Where have you been?" you whisper in my ear. "Out." I say with mock ignorance. I know the ...esponse will get your attention. You wrap your hand around mine and pull the knife from my hand and set it gently in the sink to my left. I feel you pressing against my back. "Do you think that is an appropriate response?" You say, a harshness in your voice that makes my pussy pulse."No." I say quietly."No, what?" You say with a hiss. "No, sir.. "And now the final touch..." Belinda placed a fedora on his head. "Hmm, not the same color, but good enough! Ta-da! Presenting 'Pimp Daddy'!"Her father blinked, "Hmm, what?"Belinda smiled and stood in front of him, smoothed down his lapels, and ran a finger down his gold chains - getting a chance to touch the flesh of his chest."I said you're Pimp Daddy! You know, buying and selling pussy, keeping your ho's in line. That sort of thing."C'mon, let's show you off!"Belinda pulled her disbelieving. My fingers run from as far down the inside her thighs as i can reach and wander randomly over her body sometimes to her neck, cheek, or lips and back down trying to touch her everywhere. once i start to work the insides her thighs with the slight touch of my fingers, i can feel her legs start to open up but she not just spread them. they tremble and twitch as she only moves them enough to cause me to break contact with her skin so only a faction of an inch at a time. to me it feels like she is. On and on the cycle goes, with resentment simmering, just waiting for the cathartic moment when every gamer has the spotlight.I had no truck with that, though. Must be why so many fellow gamers seemed to hate me.However, for the seasoned power gamer, character backstories were a potent tool. An insidious weapon, to wiggle into the game and open up cracks in it’s defenses.“You see, my character is from a fallen and disgraced noble house. He still remembers the day, when he was a child, that his.