All the time I was looking at Daddy who seemed very pleased with his little slut. The last outfit was a short skirt with a black lace bottom which wa... very easy to push aside and to tease them both with my smooth little pussy. For the last dance I wanted really get them hard. Daddy wanted me to show off my pussy so I bent over and slid my finger up and down the black lace that ran between ass and pussy. My pussy was so wet! Being daddy's little slut really made my pussy juicy! I wondered if. Dean turned to Phyllis and shook her hand in a very business like fashion. Firm, but not overbearing. They exchanged business cards and other niceties, then she left.Then he turned to me and said, "Dee, it's been a real pleasure."When our hands touched it was like electric current coursing through me. It's sparks arcing through my body and welding my hands to his. I couldn't let go. I knew at that very moment, if there was ever a person that was supposed to be in my life, mentally, spiritually,. Kirk threw his arms down in frustration."Ferris, can we talk for a moment?" said Kirk. "Alone." Sure, babe. What's on your mind?"Ferris got up and walked with Kirk across the lunchroom."I need to ask a favor," said Kirk."Anything." You have to stop wishing that I look this way." Huh?" Don't ask why. I just need you to help me with this." You don't like how you look? That's crazy. You're a knockout. Those bigblue eyes and half the girls in the town wish they had cheekbones likeyours. Not to. After 3 years, she has come today, to spend her birthday with her friends in Bangalore. Sylvia seemed to be very calm and shy type, while Reshmi looked so modern and trendy. Within some 45 minutes drive, we reached their apartment. The apartment security, asked who I am and they said that Sylvia and me and brother and sister, who had come here for an interview and will be leaving by tomorrow.We reached their room, which was on the 4th floor of the apartment. It was a pretty well-furnished.