Poppa? please dont ignore me! i know i was a bad girl? please dont ignore me!!! He comes out of the closet with a riding crop and whispers lay down fa...e down. Babygirl crosses her arms and says what if i dont wanna? crack. the sound of the riding crop across her ass is lightning quick. Owwww! Owwwiee! i will be good! i'm sorry im being a brat! i will be a good girl! please i just want some candy!get on your knees and open your mouth. she slowly moves to her knees. crack! the crop finds her ass. Ive been wanting you for a while now. Always coming in here stripping me down with your eyes. Did you think I wouldnt notice? I am stammer along muttering noises that in no way sound like words. Shh, its ok. I know what you want, and I definitely know what I want. She pushed me into a corner and dropped to her knees. Her hands ripping my pants open. I tried to resist her all of this was too sudden for me. She took me into her mouth and I couldnt resist any longer. My fingers ran through her. His taste. His smell. I was the other woman. * “Stewart, why don’t you kiss me?” I tease, as we twirl around in circles. There is music in the background and incandescent lighting across the ballroom. My red dress flows with each movement, while his rough hands guide me around and around the dance floor. “I thought you’d never ask.” Stewart’s eyes twinkle as he leans forward. I lean back avoiding his kiss and break his grip against my waist. I give him a devious smile before turning on my. He just didn’t know. She was kissing his cheek, then his neck too. Her hands slid from his arms to his leg and back again. Along the outer thigh, then to the inner part … so precise not to … she felt a tingle. She had tried not to touch him there, but his erection was growing and she had unwittingly run her hand over it. He was hard. She liked the thought that she could get him hard. He was thinking, ‘Touch it again. Please touch it again.’ But she didn’t, skillfully running her hand.