? i had already waxed that morning as per my usual routine, so i was smooth and presentable and other than the visible dampness between my lips, somet...hing i could not prevent, i was ready.? My collar was locked in place about my neck, and my hands were laced behind the back of my head, my elbows resting on the floor.? He told me the night before to be ready and waiting by 5pm.? To be prepared to be punished, that He hoped that that extra drink was really worth it as i was going to 'pay for. Before we went in bed together, we had several occasions of phone sex – I just wanted to drill the fact that when we meet privately, it would be nothing less than hardcore sex, and I was going to fuck her like a rabbit without mercy with my 6” cock. Now meeting her privately was another painstaking effort. We had to omit all my working and her class days (she studied at a renowned university) in order to schedule a day when she and I would be free – obviously, it had to be Friday (a government. Her voice was hardly more than a whisper. “Tell me what you dream about me, Daddy. Tell me, please.” “Well Serina, I could do that, but our cuddling might get… well, out of control. You know that I’m very sexually attracted to you.” For a long moment, there was just silence, except for Serina’s slow breathing and the celestial thrumming of the stars overhead. Then she began to rub her breasts very lightly, but sensuously against my bare chest. “Please tell me, Daddy. I need to know.” . She moved up in the line, got to the register and she ordered her drink. A few seconds later, she reached into her book bag, took out one of those slim black leather wallets, and she took out a credit card, swiped it, signed, and went to wait at the bar at the end of the counter. Now she was closer and I got a better look at her front. Flat belly, maybe a hint of very well-formed abs under what was revealed to be a System of a Down band T-shirt. The sleeves were ripped off, or cut-off, who.