I felt something cold and solid. The fear factor went up by 10 now I was really scared. The knife slid under the leg of my panties and out of the wa...stband. Showing how sharp it was the material simply seemed to fall in half. He did the same to the other side. I could feel him toying with the handle of the knife the blade lifted up and I was scared. I felt his fingers open my pussy lips the sweat of fear and excitement ran down my face. Was he going to cut me Oh Gawd NO!!! Slowly he. I sat on the chair opposite him and started rattling-on about my reasons for doing this, all bullshit of course, but anything just anything, to make him want to fuck me.I looked at him and suddenly my spirits lifted, he was looking up my skirt, I had the fucker, he was looking at my hairy pussy which I had made sure was in his line of sight as I sat down.Triumphantly I opened my legs, like a true slut and said, 'Do you like what you see?'He nodded in the afirmative and muttered, 'Yes'. I. I still couldn't understand. I finished my bath and went on about my day. I got up the next morning, got ready for work and went out to get in my car. What was this? A note and flowers on my car. Yes, a note from Larry asking me out to dinner tonight. Signed "Daddy." Again, what is with this Daddy? I got in my car and went to work. I had a very hard time concentrating on work as my mind was on Larry. Also known as 'Daddy.' The day was finally over, and I was preparing to leave. There was a. It didn't make sense to me. I remembered that when I was telling Susan about with happened with Vicki in Chicago I told her about the sexy underwear Vicki was wearing. I was sure at the time that I hadn't mentioned anything about the label I had seen in her panties but Susan later made a comment about Vicki wearing lingerie from Bouvard's of Paris. Although my memories of Chicago weren't crystal clear I felt that the clothing I was looking at looked an awful lot like the clothes Vicki had worn..