I was quite proud of myself. I hope Daddy would appreciate how quickly I could decide what to do. My inner slut craved the taste of warm cum in her mo...th. My inner slut wanted to taste Trevor. My inner slut was in charge.For the first time in a very long time, I was in charge and I kind of liked it. I made a mental note to be sure and tell Daddy everything. I was certain he would want to hear every minute detail no matter how trivial. Yep, yep, yep...My inner slut would spare no detail when. ”His words lingered in the air around her, coolly matter-of-fact and all the more menacing because of that. She jerked her head and stared at him as if not comprehending. Her lips parted, but nothing came from them.“Don’t make me wait.” There was a sharp undertone of steel in his voice. The nervous mannerisms he had shown on the road were gone now, replaced by a clear, implacable resolve.For the first time she really looked at him, his size and build, the competent strength in his hands. She. ”“No, wait,” he said, tugging at her waist. Concern over her obvious distress helped him shed the lingering shackles of sleep. “There’s no need to apologize, and you’re here for a reason. What can I do?”“You’re going to think I’m being ridiculous.”His first inclination was to offer lighthearted agreement that he usually did, but he sensed that it wasn’t the right time for jokes. “I won’t, I promise. Tell me.”“I ... I don’t want to sleep alone.”“ ... okay?” I don’t understand. Why would she be. "Kara looked at Julie and saw bare legs nearly to her crotch and a thin tank top that obviously didn't have a bra under it. She remarked, "You're not going to be hurting for attention."They drove the rest of the short distance in silence, found a parking place and went in. It was much darker inside than out. And the air-conditioning caused the club to be almost cold. The nipples on both girls reacted to the change in temperature, but for Kara, the cool breeze on the underside of her breasts was.