You are a discreet form of marriage guidance.”“I am flattered Sir, It is a pleasure to be of use.” I responded embarrassed at Philipe’s surpri...ing candour.“I suppose you need a specific time for the service so that your friend can attend?” He asked.“A day would be sufficient and text when you are on your way. That will do I think.”“It will be tomorrow then. No point in waiting. I will be there at 11 am. Half an hour I would think will do the trick. Very vigorous. That should be doable, yes,. I was a good girl and as daddy wished I had a white shirt with no bra, short skirt and no knickers, knee long socks and my hairs tied in ponytails. He opened the doors, I don't know if he was happy or not. He looked extremely handsome – like always, love him in this dark shirt! Daddy slapped my face. - You dirty cum slut, you are late! You made daddy wait for you and now you will be punish!He drag my hairs and pulled them hard, spitting on my face.-Look at you you fucking whore! I wasn't. He was everything a woman could possibly want; Tall, handsome, toned, and educated. I walked to my class at a clipped pace, hoping to catch him in his room alone. As I walked, I drew attention from the clothes I had chosen to wear that day. A short white skirt with a blue button down shirt. The skirt was tight, showing off my round ass, and my shirt unbuttoned enough for anyone to sneak a peek of my perky C cup cleavage. I entered the room, my stomach doing flips, and caught him writing notes. While she searched the doctor probed,"And you didn't want that to happen?" No that's just it I think I did," she sobbed again, not quite as deeply and blotted her tears. She was reliving the scene in Elizabeth's bedroom, how she'd felt, how close she was to letting her neighbor strip her."She said she only wanted me to see how beautiful I could be ... what if ... what if she was telling the truth. What if this whole thing is a product of my own dirty perverted mind.' The possibility had her.