Becky held his head in both hands, knowing where this was going, and relishing every second. “Mmmm, Daddy, I love the way your lips feel on my skin�...� your mustache is making me tingle all over!”Bill rose up and knelt between her outstretched legs, reaching up to grasp a firm tit in each hand, and squeezing them gently. “Little girl,” he intoned, “I plan to kiss you ALL over, starting with these delicious ice-cream scoops right here…” He pinched her nipples hard, pulling them both away from her. She placed our drinks on the table and put cubes of ice in each.“Danny, sit and re-hydrate yourself..You've done very well today in a number of things. We need to discuss what happened..” Oh shit—I thought..She's gonna tell anyway I bet. She sat across from me,her shorts were baggy in the legs, and she spread enough for me to see she wore no panties. My friend instantly gave a twitch in my shorts, and I could feel him swell slightly. It was all I could do to keep eye contact and not stare. “I. My cock twitched, although itdidn't move much due to the constriction of the girdle.I selected a pair of grey trousers and a black mock turtle neck to goover the feminine attire. I slipped on a pair of black loafers and aHarris tweed sports coat. I stood before my mirror to see if I couldsee the outline of lingerie under my clothes. I didn't think anyonewould be able to tell at the restaurant. Rinaldi's was a fairly darkplace. I hoped no one would be able to see my ankles and realize I. "She served tournedos Rossini again. She really did. That's three times in two weeks. Where's my rice? Slaves are entitled to their daily rice ration, but she won't give me any," she said as she shook her head sorrowfully. "Slaves sleep on the floor, right? Ask anybody. It's our right. I ask you, Mrs. Collins, does this look like a floor to you? Just because I'm weak and can't object, she takes advantage of me. Bathroom privileges? We get to use an outhouse, right? I don't. I have to use a.