.. uh, I wish you wouldn't do that, Amy," Daddy said. "It makes it hard to, uh ... concentrate."I looked at him with my big blue eyes as I licked the ...anana from the bottom all the way to the top, feeling it curve beneath the tip of my pink tongue, coated a little white from the yogurt."Do what Daddy?" I smiled and licked my lips."Uhhhh ... Never mind, Amy." He looked at my bare legs hanging over the chair and the little flimsy piece of white nylon panty that was showing where my plaid skirt. Her hips are wide and her curves barely contained, but the suit is perfectly smooth, with no buttons to catch on door handles or extra material rustling, and so dark that she disappears into the shadow of the walls. The sexy costume keeps her conscious of her body. For once, she revels in her femininity, walking like a cat, switching her tail from side to side and setting her feet down carefully. Her senses seem sharpened in the stillness, and the long zipper curving along her chest bites with. We walked down. The room was empty. Rick got put some change in the soda machine by the door."As I recall, you drink Coke," he said. "At least that's what you were drinking at the mall, yesterday." He pressed the button, and a can rolled out. "Want anything else?" Coke'll be fine," I said. He got a Coke for himself, and we sat down on one of the couches. He sat close, very close. I felt strange. Nervous, but happy, somehow, also suddenly warm. I drank some Coke, but it didn't help. My nipples. Giving it a small slap, my cock throbbed in response to watching it jiggle.“Harder,” she whimpered, her hips bucking slightly. “Spank me harder, master.”Pulling on the silk, I freed one of her tits entirely from the shiny shirt, before smacking it firmly, causing the whole thing to jiggle toward the other before falling back in place. When she moaned, her eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip, I smacked her tit again. And again, beginning to spank it with a rhythm, letting it fall back into.