Daddy texts me to be ready at 7 he tells me he only wants me wearing thigh-highs, red 6inch fuck me heels, a bra, my pink gemmed heart buttplug and my...pink cage. I shave my entire body and get ready as he specified. I do my make up painting my lips in red cocksucking lipstick the one that screams I'm a whore use my mouth. I paint my fingernails and toes bright bimbo pink. I do my hair in two plaits like a little school girl and tie the ends with pink ribbon. It's almost 7 I give myself a quick. Before she could utter an answer though Spencer burst into the apartment with some weird robot statue. "Look what I found!" he shouted.God, Spencer can be loud, but it's also really amusing… And a great distraction. "I can't believe someone would throw this away," he shouted, again."It might be because it smells like a dead possum," Carly replied."I wonder what a dead possum would smell like," Spencer wondered out loud. "Fine I'll go put it back, happy?" he said as he saw the look on her sweet. I had some nice party things from Atlanta that I kept for those few occasions that gave me a chance to dress fancily. Those I washed and treated gently, while the rest were worn and washed until not worth having.Preservation had talked about cloth making but no one had really gotten interested in working on the process. Now, nine years after the Day, there was still too much in the way of clothing available. Anyway, we came out of the store to a comfortable looking Bennie who looked like he was. My husband only would ask me to get naked, and then would put his small soldier into me, cummed in two minutes, always in the missionary. I’ve never experienced an orgasm. That’s all I can say.” I replied: “How could I possibly stimulate you? Where would you like to be touched, Mrs. Carmen? How about a blow job. Have you ever tried cum taste in your mouth?” She said: “Not in a hundred years! It must taste bad!” I’m not going to put that filthy piece of meat into my mouth. On the other hand.