“Brett, I am so wet and ready for you. Please don’t make me wait any longer!” I knelt beside her and she opened her legs to me, her arms beckoni...g. Her panties tied at the side, so I untied both sides and pulled them away. There are few sights more beautiful than a pussy framed by garter belt and stockings! I fell into her arms and between her legs, the delicious texture of her stockings rubbing my thighs. As we kissed I moved until I felt my cock at her hot wet pussy. I moved upward slightly. He laid on the floor beside me and rubbed my back, then butt. He said to roll over, as I did he ran his hand across my chest. He asked how that felt, I said it feels good. He circled his fingers around one nipple then the other. I closed my eyes and asked him not to stop. Ok, he said as he pinched my right nipple softly. I moaned softly, then I felt something wet on my left nipple. I looked over and seen him licking it. I felt something sturing in my gut and closed my eyes again. I took a deep. I told her all the time that her mother didn’t leave because of her. I told her that her mother loved her, it’s just that sometimes mommies and daddies, blah, blah, blah. It would have been easier if the bitch would at least call her daughter more often. As for me? If I missed having a cat, I figured I could scatter hair on all my clothes and furniture, put a litter box full of shit in the utility room, scatter vomit in unexpected places throughout the house and have the experience without the. As Dorothy Parker once said when playing a wordgame and the word horticulture came up, "You can lead a whore to culturebut you can't make her think." Well I could lead Billie to more then shethought. But just as importantly I could mold Billie into someonedominant men like me would crave.That particular night Billie was wearing her schoolgirl outfit. I hadexplained to her how her desires had to be subjugated to the wants ofthe man. But knowing what was expected would be fine-tuning.