“Daddy, I can’t eat that much. Besides, I hate that place.” I could see his visage change in the rear view mirror and he flashed disappointment...but Katie was adamant. Frankly, I was kind of bummed myself. I could see him thinking about alternatives. He eventually asked, “How about some chowder and clams?” This time she didn’t look at me. “That sounds better, daddy.” Down went her head again. And down went my confidence level as I began to feel more than a little foolish ever thinking that. A teasing grin stole over his face as he continued to kiss and nip his way down her legs. He suddenly pulled her puss close to his face and tasted her through the lace. The more he kissed and licked the more her body needed something indefinable. It was something she knew he could give to her. Suddenly she was soaked and begging him to shed his jeans... begging him to let her feel his erection... begging him to slide himself inside her. The wetter she got the more he laughed because he wanted. Oh, but we had no idea how much it would turn us on. J is a writer by trade, but we both know a little about what makes something have an artistic feel, so we thought adding a little rope to the picture to start might inspire us. I truly love being tied up, and one of my fantasies is to be tied, blindfolded, and fucked while someone watches. I like that out of control feeling. J has put it in my ass on a few occasions we've played bondage, which he knows hurts me, but for some reason, the rope. “Butch!”” she murmured, “Your home early! I didn’t expect you for hours! ” I kissed her neck again and again, working my way back and forth across the soft white skin, enjoying her smell as my hands started roaming underneath the t-shirt. As I kissed at her right ear, she turned her head towards my mouth, and kissed me softly on the lips. As her tongue made it’s first dart of the evening into my anxious mouth, my hands glided up her torso, softly grazing her skin, until each hand was cupping a.