It's 11:45?!Looking up at myself in the mirror of my vanity, I realized I'd slippedback into Alana-mode again. I had a bold, shimmering eye-liner with...ahint of contrast in my brows, and vibrant red lipstick that was standingout against my lightened complexion. I'd changed into a red and blackDiane von Furstenberg mini dress and matching strappy heels, moresuitable for a Friday night cocktail party than Sunday morning brunch.It's like Alana wanted to go to this to show Monica exactly why Bryce. But wait, what’s that? It’s footsteps coming toward the door.And there she is, wearing a white tee-shirt and white satin knickers, standing behind the half-open door. "Thank God it's you, come in quickly," she said.She reaches for a hand, pulls me inside, and immediately squashes her body against mine. Kissing me lightly, then deeply, her tongue dances with mine while her hands rove unfettered over my body.I feel her luscious curves as we kiss in the hall. Pulled tight against her, my cock. ’ ‘Don’t be sorry, imagine lugging around heavy hangers in this heat?’ She laughed and dropped a hand down alongside her thigh. ‘You shave.’ ‘Yes, unlike blondes brunettes have much to shave.’ ‘Don’t kid yourself. I have carnally known a few unshaven blondes.’ She giggled and he grinned, both of them still feeling a little less than comfortable. ‘Your pussy looks great. Spread for me.’ ‘Jimmy!’ ‘What?’ She blushed and spreading her legs used both hands to part her butterfly, complaining never. “Let me help you dress, baby,” You tell me. “Just make sure you keep the blindfold on. Daddy likes his little girl to wear it.” “Yes, Daddy,” I reply as You lead me and help me dress. “Does it scare you, baby?” You ask as we walk back to Your truck. “No, Daddy,” I reply, “I trust You.” “As you should, baby,” You say. “Just remember that no matter what, Daddy will be right here with you.” “Yes, Daddy,” I nod. My heart beats faster. I don’t know what else Daddy has in store for me. I want to.