That was when she played her trump card. "In fact," shesaid, thrilling inside to what this might lead to, "if you let me changeyour appearance just a...bit, I would want your face between my thighs ALLthe time. I wouldn't be able to get enough of it."He said in awe, "Really? I mean... all the time?" "I'm getting extra wetjust thinking about it. The idea of you without any body hair." She tooka deep breath and let it out slowly. "And giving you a new look.Something just a bit girly, as if. I knew that barista saw the lust and greed in my expression. Why on earth did I bite my lip? Am I a sick person? How can I not be able to control these silly little emotions? I think the worse part of it all was he knew. This man that I’d been eying for months now knew that I saw him as a sexual object. That’s not the kind of person I am. I’m a nice lady who takes the time to get to know people and treats everyone with respect. For crying out loud, that barista gets a two dollar tip from me. "Let's go, girls," he commanded as he opened the door and slid into the driver's seat, "I need to swing by the office for a minute."Everyone waved good-bye as the shiny sedan pulled out of Torture Boutique parking lot and onto the street. It was only a short ride to the high-rise office building where Daddy worked.Kathy loved going to the office with Daddy, especially since she'd begun thinking about being a sexratery. She loved to watch the sophisticated women in their prim business outfits as. They immediately knew that it was a glory hole. I'm not sure how Cindy knew since we had never discussed this between us, but she knew. We waited for a couple of minutes. I told them the rules."Okay, there is one glory hole. Louise, you will be first. I want you to suck the first dick that comes thru that hole. No cum swallowing. When they get ready to shoot, back off and let them cum all over your tits. Make sure you pull your top down before you start."I stuck my head out of the booth and saw.