.." You stepped aside as a family of customers tried to squeeze between you and a parked shopping cart."Let's move on to an area of less traffic." You...took me by the arm and escorted me to the front of the store -- to the small cafe area there. Once we got seated, you promptly took up where you'd left off. "As I was saying, we -- your Master and myself -- don't wish to cause problems between you and your folks. There simply is no need for it."I was relieved to hear that. How could I explain to. "Richardson," his deep voice sounded through my phone and I had to walk fast to keep up with my mom."Hi, Daddy? It's me." Dani? What's wrong, Princess?" Dad always assumed it was something bad when I called."Hey, um, Mom's acting a little ... Funny," I said, just because there wasn't any other way to say it."What do you mean?" he asked slowly."She's taking me shopping, Daddy. For, uh ... Sexy clothes," I said."Good," he said, and I almost dropped my phone."What?" Good, yeah. That's what I told. Suddenly he squeezed my ass again and I got involved in the same battle again pulling his hair back and letting him know I am the boss around and again he started caressing my ass. We loved these small games we used to play and I was in awe in how much he adored my ass from the very first day we met at Mumbai Airport. He used to take the time to pamper my ass gift me thongs and even in the parcel that I had taken up that before Rohit stepped in had a set of thongs. He had this sense of gifting. Her other hand joined it, one at each end sliding in to meet in the middle.They were only short strokes — her hands weren't that small — but it was barely a minute later when Shawna's hand slipped in between Hope and Marcus, cupping his balls."He's almost there," she said giggling, and Hope looked up again into Marcus' eyes as he leant back against the wall for support."Oh, god," he squeaked and swelled in her hands. She knew what was happening, in an abstract sense, but the reality suddenly.