Daddy peered round his office door and turned back to me, face beaming with excitement. ‘He’s arrived. Look sharp, Clarie, don’t slouch.’ He w...lked out and I followed. ‘Mr Cox, lovely to see you again,’ a tall young man with a slender but strong physique and dark hair came walking over to us from reception desk. He shook hands with my father and hugged. ‘You too, Enrique, how is your father, recovering I hope,’ Daddy said, with a chuckle. Enrique smiled widely and nodded, ‘Recovering well,. Last night's dream had been really cool. She went to the bathroom and just brushed her teeth. She liked the feel of the catsuit on her skin. She decided to do the showering thing maybe tomorrow. She wasn't ready to part with it yet. She just went to the bathroom and released the pressure on the bladder.She was really overdoing it with toilet paper. There were ten packets of toilet paper piled next to the toilet. 12-packs. She probably had enough toilet paper for the next five years. She was. She imagines that her free right hand holding the vibrator is really tied like the other, and there's nothing she can do to defend herself against this new, cruel teasing. The torturers persist in drawing the buzzing vibrator tip back and forth across and around her nipples, till they feel like they will explode. The lines between her nipples and sex are smoking with the messages of arousal, and she feels like she's going to pass out from the struggle to avoid cumming, or catch fire and burn to. " You're enjoying this aren't you?" she asked as I slipped the panties down and kissed her lower stomach."No, no not at all." I replied as I kissed lower and pushed her gently down onto the bed. She squealed as I used my tongue to part the petal-like lips of her cunt and lick at the glistening pink inner flesh."Get undressed, David," she said hoarsely. "I need this, I need it badly."She stroked her pussy whilst watching me strip off. It wasn't just wet, it was positively dripping. She sighed.