I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms snaking around his neck as my lips closed around his probing tongue, suckling softly as small wimpers purre... from my throat. I was carried over to the sawhorse table, my pants roughly wrenched down and off just before I was sat down on the cold steel. The hand in my hair slipped around to my throat, and I tried to chase his tongue with mine as he pulled away, pushing me back to lie across the corner of the table. Upside down, the massive guy seemed. He had changed into his "play clothes"! She got wetter still picturing Him in His tight leather pants, tight black T-shirt, heavy square toe boots and mirrored glasses! She felt lightheaded as she knelt there trembling with need in front of this powerful man. She was not one to be easily ignored either. At 5'6" tall with shoulder length black hair, green eyes, a smile that would light up whatever room she was in, and a killer 36D-24-35 figure, she was enough to make most men melt. But she only. " He had the smart phone aimed at me, taking video. "Do you understand?" Yes, Daddy." I said in my best obedient, sissy girl voice."I am your Daddy, and you will respect me." I will respect you, Daddy. I will do what I am told, like a good girl." That's right, Baby Girl. The only reason you're here is because I wanted to fuck. Sir is only here because I wanted to tag team your little fagot ass. If you don't like that, get your shit, get dressed, and leave." He said, pointing toward the hotel. Today I saw someone who in my mindepitomizes the best-dressed office person. Joanne would you pleasestand up and do a turn for us." Blushing so bad it could be seen through the make up he stood anddid a turn. He heard one of the girls gasp. He knew she recognizedhim. He sat back down. Mrs. Sorenson continued, "Peter allowed his sister-in-law topractice on his face. She is a cosmetologist and put long lastingmake up on his face. She was supposed to be back last night toremove it but car.