First we go to a private store to get her clothes. She follows me into the store on her leash, I introduce her to the owner a good friend of mine and...he approved highly of my new slut and even more when I told him she was mine and Sara's daughter. He patted her on the ass and we with to the show room. In less than an hour we had the outfits and a few toys for my slut.Next stop we pulled into the back lot of a big local XXX book store and peep show. We have to walk around to the front. So I. ..”I darted into one of the empty cubicles and hastily locked the door behind me. Pulling up the hem of my dress I slipped out of the fuchsia and black satin panties which formed part of an expensive lingerie ensemble which Jeremy had bought from Agent Provocateur for our anniversary that week. Stepping out of the skimpy material I hastily placed them into my handbag while simultaneously pushing away the onset of guilt which threatened my decision-making. I flushed the toilet to disguise my. I can't help but smile as my hand moves down and I feel the ache. My hunger is becoming more of a need to touch you, and to taste you.I shift closer to you making sure not to bump into your sleeping body; I don't want you waking up just yet. My hand has wandered into my shorts, and my fingers slide over my wet slit. The cold cum is mixing with the fresh causes goosebumps throughout my body.I take out both fingers and taste the one. ‘Your dream seems to be getting good,’ I think as I watch you. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to.