Please!” I stammer, unable to take a full breath.“Please what?” “Please make me cum, Daddy” I plead. You slide back down between my legs and...let out a vicious laugh.“Maybe I should just let you suffer”“No no please! I need to cum. Fuck me with your tongue. Please! I’ve been a good girl, Daddy” I hear you suck in a breath and I know I’ve got you. Seconds later I feel you press your mouth firmly against my pussy as you flick your tongue against my soaking wet fuck hole making me shriek. Why didn't he call? Had he gotten the message? Had he moved on to other ports and conquests? Did she really matter to him or was she just another interracial trophy to brag about? Why didn't he call? Why didn't he call?She was miserable. She could think of nothing else. She moved about the house like a zombie, springing to action only when the phone rang, but the few calls which came in were friends or telemarketers. Why didn't he call?Finally, on the fifth day since leaving the note, she. “Only enough that I can complain about it.” She teased him. He nipped at her shoulder. “Brat…” he muttered, dipping his hips so that his still clothed erection brushed against her skin. She bucked, craving the friction against her sensitive flesh. “Damien!” She hissed, her eyes darkening. He chuckled, repeating the action. “Evangeline, so desperate for me…” Again, “I bet I could get you off just from this.” Evangeline whimpered, squirming underneath him. “Want you…” she murmured. “You’ve. He was also told to quit his job aswell which he never really wanted either. Before leaving Cameronreminded him of how he was to dress at his house and that she expectedhim to arrive as 'Christine' not Chris. He agreed. On the way home, Chris was starting to have second thoughts as to thisnew change in his lifestyle. As he headed home dressed as a boy oncemore, he was actually a little relieved in being out of the feminineclothing. At first the nylons and other stuff had really felt good.