We accepted his offer and sat at a nearby table. He soon joined us and we made small talk.There were about six guys in the bar, all with white towels ...round their waist and three couples sat on their own various tables. The women all had lingerie on except one who wore just a towel. One of the couples was Faye and Adam who we knew from the hotel. The guy who bought us the drink was starting to hit on Chantel, so she told him we were only interested in girls until after midnight and maybe then. He said that i had smooth skin and wanted to feel it. He touched my face and stroked my soft hair. He lifted my chin and gently touched my lips. And I don't know what got into me. I opened my lips and sucked his finger. I closed my eyes and sucked his finger. I was doing this for about a minute or two when i heard his voice whisper into my ears - want to see something special? I instantly said yes.I let go of his finger and he stood in front of me while i was sitting on the floor. He stood very. What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” I smiled at the thought of Karl. “Yeah, I do, and I already miss him.” Anne gave me a wicked smile. “You won’t in a week or so.” “Why do you say that?” She opened her arms. “Because this is Ibiza, and everyone forgets they have a boyfriend or a girlfriend back home when they are here.” “Well, I won’t.” She stood up and took my hand. “We’ll see, it’s time to go to the meeting.” When Anne and I walked into the small conference room where the meeting. "Yes Daddy," I reply while slowly turning. The red plaid skirt He bought me last week barely covers anything on my front end, and only covers half of my bum. The white midriff-baring t-shirt is tightly snug, showing my perky dark nips already awake in anticipation of what He might have in mind. On my bellybutton, a trinket, a gift from Him as a reminder of us, a pair of tiny handcuffs dangling there. Lastly, just a pair of white socks cover my feet. I know He does not particularly care for me.