I stepped into the stall first and hung my purse on the hook. He closed the door of the stall behind him and in one motion, pressed me against the wal... and kissed me hard, one hand in my hair and another on my lower back. His hand slid down and back up, under my shirt. My breath quickened as I felt the now-familiar sensation in my crotch, and I arched my back to let him take my shirt off. I reached down and pulled his shirt off too. I drew him close, wanting to feel the contact of our bare. ..he plays with dolls, likes to coordinate his clothes, loves to look at magazines with women all done up in fancy clothes and make-up. Daddy doesn't care and lets his son explore his self, supporting and loving his boy regardless. As the years pass, Daddy doesn't remarry, Daddy doesn't even go out; staying at home and making sure his son does well at school and has fun just growing up. All the while the son feels so sad for his Daddy, thinking, "How can I make Daddy as happy as he makes me,. ?Have you been a good little slut for your Master Paul??She knew she was free to answer once she was addressed.?I believe so, Sir.??Then why do you suppose you are back here???Master Paul said that you and he agreed that my submission should be re-enforced on a regular basis, Sir.??And do you believe that your submission requires re-enforcement???It doesn’t matter what I believe, Master J. My purpose is only to serve?you taught me that, Sir.?I picked up the wide-tipped crop and idly bushed it. He pressed his stubbly cheek against hers before hissing in her ear in a low voice, “How does this make you feel, girl? How does it feel to be someone’s whore in a place of worship? To be… dripping on the very seat that people sit on to pray to their God?” Her eyes fluttered open to look up at him, his hands still moving between her legs. She replied to him in a breathy and hushed tone “So…good, Sir.” His eyes twinkled at her response and he could feel himself stiffen in his dress pants. If he.