Pretty eyes. Nice smile. I could have done without the athletic shoes though. I prefer a man in a suit. We played pool for bit to break the ice. I mad... sure do the customary bending over that women must do to entice a man around the pool table. I was still very shy, staying close to Daddy, watching him for cues. We moved over to a dark booth for more privacy. I took the seat in the middle of Matt and Daddy, of course. We continued on with the banter, which filled in the spaces between our. I just had to show up before classes to make sure the “front Line” of cars all started.Wally showed me the simple board with tiny hooks for the keys and they were supposed to be in order to follow along the car line from west to east. “You can’t sell a car if it won’t start,” was the simple philosophy. And then after classes I showed up again to start detailing cars, the part I liked. I did not ever once sell a car.I wasn’t really sure they’d ever had a “lot boy” working for them before. I kind. , ple, please rinse this offbefore...." She cut me off in mid sentance and then softly whisperedinto my ear. "WELCOME TO GOSSIP GIRL HELL ASSHOLE! We have so manythings all set up for our favorite Fictionmania author tonight! Sexyshoes, makeup, long nails and of course a humiliating dress! Now keepyour fucking Sissy mouth shut!" I tried to break from her grip but I wasstill kinda dazed and stunned. She held me firmly in place as the Nairbegan to tingle on my skin. I knew I was running out of. I watched the delicious expression on her face evolve as the tension built.I had watched Rosanne orgasm many times while masturbating her. She wasn’t afraid to struggle and vocalize. Tonight, there was a new urgency with my penis thrusting inside her; enfolded in my arms; her pelvis hitting hard against mine. Her body began to tremble as the neurological firestorm ignited. I kept thrusting, each time deep inside, pinning her to the bed and feeling her daemons were having their way with her.Her.