‘WE GOT RED. KISSES OR SHE GETS IT.’ I had a perfect view of her response. I had adjusted the entrance camera to look down on her desk, and had ta...ped into the IP feed. She appeared to be in shock. She shrugged it off, and sat down, a few minutes later moving the M&Ms around, into different patterns. She always came back to the same three lines, in the same order. Green, orange, blue, red, yellow, brown. And that sad gap where one was missing. She got up and went to the kitchen, returning. I went into the living room and slept on the couch.In the morning, she was none the worse for wear except for a major hangover. She asked where she was.I snorted and told her she was now in the clutches of the abused rescuer.That didn’t go over to well, with the throbbing head, she was not in the mood for humor.I apologized and asked her what she remembered. She went on to explain that one of her classmates told her of the party and asked her to go. As it sounded OK, Helen agreed to go.When she. The young girl knew that something was not quite right in her thinking about such matters but she felt no urge to change her preference now that she was in a nice groove of pleasure at the outcomes. Besides most of her close female friends were also called “Daddy’s Bad Little Girl” plus their name right after just like her to get her into the right frame of mind for her submissive behavior. It actually made her panties damp each time she thought about that Pavlovian reaction to the title and. His grasp tightens around my hip and pulls me closer and my legs quake as he kisses me, examining my body with his hands and sliding one over my left breast and the other pulling me closer by my hip. I hold onto him with all my strength trying to balance and not topple as he slips my underwear down my shaking legs. He picks me up and pins me against the wall kissing my neck, chest and breasts, playing with my hard nipples with his tongue and teasing them with his teeth gently. My pussy.