"My job," he said. This time he took a lot longer to dry her and managed to rub her slit several times in the process."You don't have to make a meal o... it." Vivienne snapped."You wouldn't really mind if I did." What?" Make a meal of it. Would you mind if I went down and ate you?" You're disgusting." Vivienne's voice though belied her words."You ready to for some dinner?" Vivienne enquired."I'll eat you anytime. But if you mean food, then yes, please if you have anything in stock. It's some time. Jacob sent MaryJane to finish working on dinner while he brought the very large package into the house. He read on the side of the box the name Hewlett Packard so he figured it was a computer. While MaryJane was in the kitchen he made a quick run to the car and brought in the modem that he got as a surprise for her. MaryJane came back in the living room and looked puzzled. ‘It has a computer name on it. I just don’t know how it came to be here.’ Jacob looked on the side of the box and saw an. ” I beg as I rub my little tushie against his leg giving him my innocent doe eyes.“No…,” My daddy starts to perspire as I work my butt over his growing erection, “…sweetheart…” “Yes daddy?” I ask innocently, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking into his eyes with mock curiosity. “Baby doll you shouldn’t…” My daddy grunts as I rotate my hips faster and grind my ass harder against his manhood.“Daddy, are you feeling okay? You look a little clammy.” I ask pushing my breasts against my. " Got it?"I am lost. I am kept. And I am lost again. Did Bambi just say, in aboutten sentences, my life?Why is she so stern? She loves me. My mind blurs. I feel dizzy. Timeslows. I think of Cheryl, my shame. I think of Bambi and I and ourwanton orgasm, the crazy looks we shared as we were drowning,literally. And I see her now, a beautiful orgiastic school teacher.Distancing herself from me."Got it!" Yes Mistress." I lower my head.She crosses over to me, all click clack and beautiful. She grabs.