My soft romance game is a little rusty."Can I call you Tania?" he says as we kiss. I look through his data. Not his wife's name, thank fuck, that woul... be painful. There's a Tania Forbes listed in his graduating high school class, half a century ago. An old sweetheart, then. Or a crush he never had the nerve to move on."Sure, baby," I say, sweet as can be. "I'm Tania and I really like kissing you a lot." I don't, but I also don't hate it. I've deactivated my olfactory centers because men his. .I wanted all of Daddy's body this weekend, and he would get mine, everylast inch of it.....He started stroking my hair as I moaned on his big balls one after theother, treating me so gently suddenly, leading me into submission and theacceptance of him, and of the pain and obedience that we both needed.."Look at me baby"I opened my eyes, lost in feminine lust for Daddy, and stared up at him,my mouth full....."Do you remember your safe word from the hotel?"I nodded yes yes yes, not wanting to. As with any business, you have to decide your clientele, your target consumers. You work out what they would be looking for, and how you could supply that desire. Then you have to cost out all the facilities you are going to offer, and factor those costs into your charges, so that you run at a profit, even if something goes wrong."Felicity started to worry about what could go wrong, and Esme sensed that. She was quick to point out what she meant, in more detail."Felicity, you can never predict. Do you understand?"One grunt."Good girl..."Two grunts..."Well don't worry, you may not be one yet, but you'll feel differentlyabout that by this time tomorrow."Two grunts."Anyway, You may call me Mistress Dyvia. I am your owner, at least untilI decide otherwise... You are 'slut' well once again, until I decide togive you a more proper name. Understand?"A flurry of grunts assault me."Shut up Slut! Let's be clear, I don't give a shit whether or not youagree with me, or whether or not you'll.