“No more than an hour,” she reminded me. I got into my car and drove to my real destination- the Southern City Police station. I entered the build...ng and approached the desk sergeant. “You’re here to see Liu aren’t you?” He said with a friendly wink. “You bet,” I replied with a smile. He picked up the phone, said something and hung up quickly. “He’s ready to see you now. Merry Christmas, Kait,” he said. “Merry Christmas,” I replied as I walked to the Detectives’ Squad Room. When I arrived, I. He’d pulled back the bed covers to my waist, but I wasn’t cold at all. His fingers were warming me up. I felt them plowing tiny furrows in my back.I raised my head and let it plop back on my pillow. I loved having my back rubbed and both my parents knew it. It wasn’t sexual, but it was sensual, sending ripples of happiness from every part he touched. It made me feel loved. I felt like a waffle with syrup oozing over me.Daddy’s fingers slipped under my pajama top and stroked my skin and my. We did get further than role-playing, at least I did. I really wanted to serve him, and would even try to avoid “punishment” even though that was the point of role-playing. Medical role-plays sometimes involved enemas, and we used the several times in discipline role-plays. The thing with enemas is that they are always embarrassing for the sub, not matter how much he really enjoys or wants it.Then about 7 years ago, I was with a a guy from Belgium for a bit over a year. We had great sex, spent. . . Giorgini . . . Valentino . . . Armani . . . Ongaro . . .’No. This was definitely Squoot. Her eyes were rolling up, her feet twitching.In desperation I called the desk: ‘. . . Segna . . . Sicons . . . Gucci . . . Versace . . . – size eight, as many colors as you have, stiletto. They must be fresh in the box. Don’t knock, just roll the cart inside the door, next to our chair. You’ll recognize it. Pronto! Pronto! Prego!Seizing Squoot’s newest pair of Miu Miu, I fanned across them to.