‘Uh no I was just wondering, since I sort of made an ass of myself this morning, I was uh wondering if you would like to have dinner at my place, uh... with me tonight?’ David stammered. ‘Hmm what time were you thinking? Because I have someone coming over around 5 but he should be gone around 5:30’ Carrie could have pinched herself, David was actually asking her to have dinner with him. ‘Oh well if you already have plans we can do this another night wouldn’t want your boyfriend to get upset.’. I gave her my seat and she gave me a secret look letting me know the mission accomplished. She didn't have to confirm because I saw enough bits and pieces to know, plus I could see the aftermath of a righteous squirt that had dripped down her legs. I gave her a little signal and she casually started to rub her legs in an attempt to hide the evidence. He kept staring in her eyes and smiling like they shared a secret. I acted oblivious. I love that game. I was obvious that the poor guy didn't get. He took off his clothes and sat down and watched me as I took my clothes off and slipped on a pair of white pair of panties with a flower design on them. (See my post farm girl for the complete outfit) Then I put on a black nylon camisole with lace trim and sat down and put on a pair of white lace thigh highs. I stood up and put on my plaid schoolgirl micro mini skirt. Then I looked at him and said don’t be mad at me daddy I’m sorry I was bad. Please don’t punish me daddy, I’ll make you. She quit her job and started traveling from town to town and city to city with Mallory for a new pageant or modeling gig. Her and my dad’s marriage slowly became more like a arranged business deal. And HE had to play mommy and daddy to me when she’d be in another state for months with Mallory, who she eventually placed in homeschooling. She focused solely on Mallory and kicked me to the curb. I don’t think she did it on purpose. I truly believe she got caught up in it because it was something.