When I got home, I unpacked the baby stuff into a drawer. I hung one of the dresses up, and laid the other on the bed. Then I started on dinner.Jessic...a arrived shortly after, letting herself in with the key I had given her. "I'm home mommy," she called out. "Dinner smells great. I'm starved." First you have to get dressed for dinner. If you look in the bedroom, you'll see that mommy brought you a surprise to day." She skipped into the bedroom. I followed along slowly, and arrived at the door in. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” as he grabs my thong and damn near rips it off in a wedgie. Daddy knows I love having my undies tugged on, and I let out a loud moan. “I’m sorry Daddy” I cry as he gets up off the bed.I look at Daddy with puppy dog eyes. He says “I’m ordering dinner.” and climbs onto the bed next to me. While he’s doing that I snapped the hotel photo for you fetlife kinksters. Daddy asked me if I was on fetlife and I blushed. He undoes his belt and goes back to ordering. ‘Alice, you know I don’t—’ She gave a loud snort before I could finish my customary spiel about not liking to interfere with my body’s natural restorative mechanisms. But of course, she knew the excuse was a crock of shit and that actually, I had an almost pathological fear of taking medicines. ‘Fine,’ she said, even more brusquely than before. ‘In that case, you’d better take yourself back home again, hadn’t you?’ Sometimes, I had to remind myself who employed who. Exactly who was the boss and. I looked at my pasty, pale, freckled skin and my bright red, curly, unruly hair that was way overdue for a trim. Then I looked across the table at Sophia: strikingly beautiful with short-cropped, thick dark brown hair, olive-toned skin, high cheek bones, and the largest, most gorgeous brown eyes I had ever seen. Clearly we didn’t belong together. And we weren’t together, at least not in that way. We lived in the same dorm, and had been very good friends since the middle of last semester, when.