Do you understand me, Slave-Daddy?" "Yes…Mistress." He gave me a small nod, grinding his body against the carpet harder now. He licked my shoe caref...lly and I didn't know if he enjoyed foot worship or not, but I did. I really had very little to go on with my dad, so far as what he wanted, but I suspected he wanted whatever I was willing to make him do. I was as much his fantasy as any BDSM tricks or treats, so just my presence was making it good for him. "You'd better cum soon, Slave-Daddy." I. Appropriate for Casey that is. Once dressed, Sidney decided totry applying some makeup that he found on Casey's dresser. It was alittle easier than he thought it would be, though the makeup did end up alittle thicker than he intended. That was all right with Sidney thoughsince Casey's makeup was usually a little heavy and it didn't look out ofplace.Finally Sidney decided that some jewelry would be appropriate. The studthrough his nose, the belly button ring and the rings in his ears. Carla is her own person. She’ll be a super pledge. She’s read Cricket’s book three times, and watched all three seasons of the TV show.” Dave noted the camera over Emma’s shoulder as she spoke. The cameramen or camerawomen, dressed in black, were almost invisible and easily dismissible as they moved around looking for interesting conversations or situations to film. Since Dave was a favorite topic, he got filmed a lot.Dave had continued to hold Carla’s hand. “Where would you like to go,. Then I walked onto the street again, and it was the intimidating rush of the city itself, hurling itself into my face, that had me feeling guilty at my laziness. If I were going to win, to keep my promises to Martha about growing up, skipping out on Fiore wouldn't help. The city was a challenge, and as I watched people and traffic hustling around me I felt the grip of ambition creep over me and gradually take control. I remember saying adamantly to myself as I walked: You guys can't beat *me*.