"I should have known you'd notice, Helen. No one fools you for long. So, let's get it over with. I'm not going to take you to bed tonight."Helen knew ...t wasn't because he didn't want to. His gaze had been skating over her face and her body just as always. There was something very wrong. She took a deep breath."All right, what is it? Have you got another lover? Have you fallen in love? Or have I done something?"Johannes frowned, scrutinizing the tablecloth. Their food began to arrive, and he. Oh yeah, baby. You like that, don’t you? Tell me you like that.’ And I tell him I like it. Yes, I like it. I like it just like that. Please don’t stop. And I even moan and it sounds real. I almost start to feel good, almost start to believe it. It’s sliding in and out of me faster and I lift my hips, trying to pull it in further. Maybe if it would go in deeper, just a bit deeper, maybe it would feel better. ‘Oh, baby. Yeah, fuck me just like that.’ I start pumping my hips below him, trying to. I am the dumb mannequin. Black seamed stockings, black lace panties, shocking pink garter belt. Equally shocking pink five-inch razor heels adorn my feet, I feel twelve feet tall. A faux leather, pink of course, breast harness entices itself around my tits.She always does the make-up. I feel like royalty when my face is fixed. Not that I shall look anything like royalty unless of course it's Queen Harlot. Eyebrows tinted a darker shade, thick and smudged. Black lashes, heavy, to hide the eyes. But then his eyes quickly locked onto my crotch, and the powder blue lace panties I'd worn just to tease him.I stuck my thumb into the waistband, tugging the material away from my body so that he could see just a fraction of an inch more of my creamy skin. And then I gently drew my thumb across the front, low enough that he just might see the top of my trimmed pubic hair, but fast enough that he would get only a momentary glimpse at most.Daddy groaned pitifully, sounding no different than.