"Date of Fire suit?" I don't know that." Daddy!" the 12 year old hollered at a man. He came over, she pointed at the blank spot."Right. Let's have a l...ok," he said.We were in the parking lot in about a millisecond."Oh! I say, nice rig. Where's the car?" Still in the lorry," Wendy said."If I'm going to look at it, I suppose you should unload it," he said.The door ramp was lowered..."Holy Shit!" He took off running.Eventually, he came back with five guys in Audi coveralls and three guys in white. I considered using the rod on her for speaking without permission, but the look on her face was priceless."Baby... continue." I ordered."Yes, Master." Baby replied as she started to unbutton and unzip her pants."Oh my God! you can't... you never said... Oh GOD, I can't do this! Please don't make me do this!" Cunt begged, the tears starting to flow once again."Cunt..." I started, but was interrupted."I can't do this! PLEASE!" she pleaded.Baby slid her pants down and stepped out of them, now. Reaching into your purse, you pulled out a bottle of hand lotion and then proceeded to lay on your stomach and ask me "So can you show me just how good of a massager you are?", smiling ear to ear I obliged, grabbing the bottle of lotion from you and allowing you to get comfortable on your stomach before I got up into position.Clicking the cap open, I start to spray the lotion onto your back, I see you shiver as the cool lotion touched your warm back. I got into position as I rested my cock. They are alive. I am so alive. You push my shirt off. Then you move your hands down to my pants, undoing my belt, the button, and finally tugging at the zipper until it slides down as well. You scoot down to my feet, and pull at my pants until they slide down to my ankles. I am in heaven just watching you take my pants off. Please take off my dorky black socks! You do. Sitting upright, down at my feet, you reach around back and undo your bra, flinging it off to the side as your beautiful.