That cute British accent. A jolt of electricity shot through him, lingering at his groin before he snapped himself out of it as he arrived in her kitc...en. ‘What would you like to drink? I have lemonade, orange juice, tea… Or you could join me for a beer?’ She smiled quirkily, raising one brow. ‘A beer would be great’ She carefully noted the way he spoke. His smooth voice washed over her, his baritone notes comforting her and his American accent accentuated by her ‘proper’ English accent. She. Tonight I didn't want to make love, I wanted to fuck. She must have felt the same way because she didn’t argue at all, got on all fours, stuck her ass up in the air and spread those long legs. Her pussy lips were apart giving me a pink target to penetrate. I rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit, pressing into her clit which made her moan into the pillow."I am going to fuck your ass, baby." I said in breathy grunt. "I know" she said with a satisfied grin. "I want you to play with your pussy. Almost gentle, because violence still sparked through his every mannerism, like a leashed beast waiting to get out and play again.In answer he chuckled. “That’s a sweet little girl. See how kind I can be to good little whores who behave themselves?”“Yes, sir,” I whispered.“And you are my good little whore now, aren’t you, Tuesday?” Soft menace coursed through the words expectantly.I moaned but answered with what he obviously wanted to hear. “Yes, sir.”“Good girl. I was kind to you this time. I entered the store restroom and slid the panties on over my shaved hole. The tight pink satin immediately got my juices flowing, and the lube on my hole felt amazing. I even slid the tube inside myself a little and squeezed some into my warm girly insides. I strapped on the satin bra, put my male clothes back on, threw away my underwear and left the store. I felt so girly but was trying my best to hide it. But upon seeing me, my sugar daddy remarked,"That's better. You're walking different.