..”Oscar held up a hand interrupting her and said, “You are defining a good girl in terms of what she doesn’t do. I see what you are getting at ...nd I agree that according to such a view it is impossible to be a good girl here.”“So you think I’m doing the right thing by leaving?”Oscar emitted a bark of laughter at the question. He shook his head in dismay at her need to get permission to do what she wanted. He wondered if somewhere in her set of rules there was one that said, ‘Good girls don’t. I don't have breasts but over the years developed very prominent nipples, probably from using nipple clamps so often. Tonight I had the nipple clamps in my purse. My nipples were getting hard and could be seen under the dress fabric. My shoes were very bright platinum sequined 5" heels, with ankle straps and open toes. The toes were painted the same color of pink as my nails except I decided to paint the middle finger of my right hand a bright gold. My purse was a white fur shoulder strap that. He smelled no silicone or hair dyes. She wore no perfume, and her body wash was completely natural, reminding him of peaches and flowers. Of the ocean and the wind. Of everything that he loved and used to love. The scent took him to memories that he had not visited in years and also to some of hers. ‘Daddy, look how high Vicky’s kite is going. It’s gonna touch the moon!’ A large hand gripped the top of a young blonde girl’s one-peicebathing suit, bunching it in a fist, then released it. It was delicious to take him beyond his comfort zone. It wasn’t long before he pleaded for me to finish him because he couldn’t take any more. I loosened his wrist constraints but didn’t release him. Instead I grabbed his hips and pulled his bum forward until I could see his boy pussy spread like a porn star before me. It was to much to ignore and I buried my face between his thighs and pushed my tongue into his lubed arse. A few quick tongue fucks later I replaced it with my cock. As I plunged.