This road we're..." I stopped speaking as she released my penis. Immediately I regretted my actions, I missed her hands around me. "But daddy," she re...orted, dejectedly. I looked up to her, and she stepped away into the glow of the moonlight which dropped in through the windows. She stared me in the eyes, unwavering, as her hands slid slowly down her curvacious body and her fingers came to the brim of her jeans. She unbuttoned them, and then drew down the zipper while her tongue crept out and. My dildo invades the space between your cheeks as I pull your head back with a handful of hair, kissing your neck as your head falls back against my shoulder. I run my hands all over your body, caressing and tweaking where and how I please. I can feel you still trembling…with my touch, the excitement of the moment and not knowing what I will do next. Especially when I move away from you and you are left there, naked against the glass, your hands spread above you…your feet spread wide beneath. In her other hand, she brandished the mobile phone on which she had received his text: MISS WINTER, TEACHER IN TRAINING, together with its inflammatory attachment, a shot of her naked on hands and knees, sexy duress all over her face. The polite smile on Gavin’s face when he answered his door was calibrated, she was sure, to infuriate even further.“What the fuck...” she demanded, pushing past him and marching through his entry-way, “do you mean by sending me this?” She flashed the smart-phone. I examined myself in the mirror. My hair was longer now, cut and styled in a more business like way, but still casual. My shoulders, accented by the short sleeves of the jacket, were trimmed with brown piping. The top of the dress did not have a deep neckline, but it was low enough to allow a hint of my cleavage, and that was accented by delicate gold locket suspended from my neck. I wore a minimum of makeup, just a hint of eyeshadow, a soft red lipstick and my best perfume.As soon as I arrived.