This song is good enough, strip down to your shoes and dance for daddy!? I ordered the little slave girl. Marisa rose and slowly swung her hips...in time to the song as she removed her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt. Leaving the shirt to hang loose over her braless tits, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Hooking her thumbs in her panties she leaned back on the bench and whipped them down her legs, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of black pussy hair. She then rose to. My heart is beating so fast I think it's going to explode. My cock is a rigid pole inside my jeans. Suzanne has finally noticed the bulge and openly stares at it. Only fair after my similar treatment of her body I suppose. She raises her head again and looks straight into my eyes. Hers are a beautiful mixture of green and brown, and seem very large at the moment. She opens her lips slightly, they look moist and inviting. I have an overwhelming urge to kiss her, but I'm not sure she'd be. I will never know whether there could have been a different way. I do know that after years of effort, the results are as I had hoped. Could I have done things differently? Perhaps. And maybe I would also somehow have emerged intact on the other side of the nightmare that I faced – different from today, but still whole. No one can ever really know ‘the road not taken’. I do know how much I miss her. There is not a day which goes by without me thinking of her some time. My favorite time is early. I froze, unable to look away from his penetrating gaze as he had a confident smile, knowing I was mesmerized by him. I caught myself subconsciously licking my lips and noticed I had become very aroused creating a big bulge in my jeans. I needed to get out of this embarrassing situation. The men's room wasn't far and I headed that way before anyone would notice my aroused condition.In the men's room there were two urinals and two stalls. No one was there so I took a leak after I calmed down. As.