It was only as she was on the highway did she realize that she could have just left a note with her contact info, but Carmella had other things on her...mind. She knew she would get back to the hotel in time, but she really wanted to get there early, have a shower, a couple drinks to relax. Her sister co-ordinated these evenings for her and even though it wasn't the first time, she was always nervous. After dinging that car and "fleeing the scene" she had her music cranked up and was flying high. Resisting my urges, I gave each cheek a couple more smacks of my hand. My pet dutifully counted through her short breath and I rewarded her by rubbing the prints that I had just left behind. As my palm calmed her flesh, I gave into temptation and let my hand cup her shaved pussy. I stroked two fingers at a time through her aching pussy as even more of her pussy juice leaked onto her thighs, her hand unconsciously grabbing my hard cock. My fingers stroked faster and faster as her hips gyrated. The orgasm, that was all she had to concentrate on, just holding the orgasm."Pleassssseee!" She was almost in tears with frustration and desperation, she so desperately wanted to make him happy, but she really wanted to cum too."Daddddyyyy!! Pleeeeasssssseee!!" A tear rolled down her freckled cheek as she tried even harder to tense her muscles against the belt strikes."You want it that badly, baby?" a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Does my little fucktoy need to cum now?" Yessss! Pleeeasssee. If you're sure."She sipped the scalding hot tea as she watched him make breakfast. Hewas humming to himself as the smell of cooking bacon wafted through thekitchen. She smiled as she recognised the tune. "Fairy-tale of NewYork', she thought it was called. So he did have something aboutChristmas in him. His hair was a mess, and he needed a shave, but shethought he looked sweet even in jeans and a sweatshirt. He lookedyounger this morning, somehow more boyish, she thought. His eyes were alovely.