When we pulled into the car park there was already three cars there and it was just getting dark, Wendy looked at me with wide eyes as if asking what ...as going on. I got out and walked around to her side then opened her door. I pulled my jeans down to my knees and told her to suck me again. It was funny the way she looked around first to see if anyone was watching then went to work. I let her blow me for five minutes looking around and spotting four guys who approached us little by little, I. He met her eye and smiled. She gave him her best sultry look."Nice outfit," he said."Thank you. I find it very comfortable." You’re not from around here are you?" No, I am new in town. Just looking for some fun," she answered, noticing him perusing the delicate collar she wore to let knowledgeable men identify her as a submissive. She reached up and caressed the collar, saying coolly, ?Do you know the kind of fun I mean?"The man gave tired smile and said, "You're a sub, right?"Demurely she. The electronic train that Daddy had had was chugging around her Christmas tree. She hated decorating for the holidays but the realistic train noises reminded her so much of him and she could still imagine him beside her when she turned it on. ‘Pathetic,’ Glinda murmured. ‘Too pathetic. A girl in her twenties going to an adult party and still wishing Daddy was here to help dress her.’ It’s not like Glinda thought about him all the time. Sometimes whole days passed — guilty days, days where she. We were from the same small town, a thousand miles away, and I didn't think we had ever spoken. She was the most beautiful and popular girl in high school, the homecoming and prom queen her senior year. I was a popular athlete, but only a lowly freshman. When I began college, in 1966, I was surprised to see her on campus. I didn't know she was a student there, too. I started to say hello, but she stuck her cute little butt up in the air, turned her back to me, and continued talking to her.