”“Holy shit,” he said then let out an amused, disbelieving, shocked laugh. He looked around again. “I'm being punked. How old are you?”“Ol... enough,” Sun moaned. “Oh, yes, you are a hunk. I love a guy with muscles.”“Shit,” Alice whispered beside me. “She's a complete slut.”“Uh-huh,” I nodded. Sun liked to play with Daddy, but she could never live the life of a sex slave. She could never be Daddy's good girl for longer than a few hours. She wasn't submissive enough. It was a game for her.Not a. ” Her voice held such a pitiful, despairing tone that my chest constricted. I had prayed for days that she wouldn’t give it up, but the sound of her crackling, broken voice trying to hide her tears broke my heart. I reached out with my frosty mitt to turn her face towards me, looking into the deep, blue, sorrowful pools of her crying eyes. The bitter cold stung her chiseled cheeks to a red glow, as though she had been smacked, and the cracked, full lip she bit down on held a purple tinge. I. It sucked in her nipple and then enabled rolling a ring onto the base of her nipple which constricted it, but not too much, and gave her bullet hard, dark red nipples. She loved both the look it gave her and the feel of bullet hard nips. Her protruding nipples really topped off the blouse (all puns intended).We had arrived early enough that we were even able to get our previously-favorite table off to the side of the dancefloor tucked into an alcove. We had a few drinks and flirted before the. Which was not a comforting thought, given the circumstances.I used my anger to contain my fear, and tried to wrap the whole package in a "business as usual" attitude as I made my way through the day, waiting for the ax to fall. I was nearly oblivious to people coming up to me about the committee after the morning announcements.I got to lunch a little late, the result of fulfilling a request I found quite reasonable and enjoyable -- Mongo asked me for a pose, and gave me a very nice feel-up! --.