Richie looked past his father. Melinda acted as if she had heard nothing. She struggled to stand, beating her fists in impotent blows against the unyi...lding glass of her mother's prison.Richie pulled himself to his feet, ignoring the pain. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" Richie screeched. "This isn't my mother! This isn't even my house! Why don't you leave me the fuck alone?!" You think you can run away from me?" Mike thundered. "Think again, you little shit! Oh, wait, that's right, you. "Not that you're not wonderful," she said, holding me at the shoulders and leaning back against my laced hands, "and George's is nice, too, but Philip, he does just incredible things. It makes me blush to think of it." What kind of things," I asked, slowly withdrawing my sodden lance and sliding my tongue down between her small breasts and then her belly while she watched me wide-eyed, hardly breathing. I knelt between her legs and brought her to screeching climax with my out-thrust tongue and. I looked at him, looked around the busy airport, took a deep breath, he pushed me onto my knees and I kissed his feet. I stayed on my knees looking up at him, looking at his beauty and manliness, I was inferior to him, I really was. He motioned for me to stand, ‘thank you master, it’s nice to see you’.‘It’s nice to meet you too slave, you ready for the next few days? You are now officially my property until you leave.’‘Yes master I am. I am yours to do as you wish with me.’‘Come with me. Daddy seemed to sense this, and enjoyed seeing me occasionally squirm as we walked around, unable to control the wetness that was coming over me. We finally entered another novelty shop and picked out a sexy satin maid costume, black with white lace frills. As we looked at the costume, my sugar daddy suddenly stuck his hand down the back of my jeans and squeezed my pantied ass. His hand remained there for some time, and he began pulling on my jeans to get a better grip. I realized that the pink.