"Everything alright Lindsey?" I asked. "Yes Mr Anderson! I was letting my dad know I'm ready to be picked up." She said. "Oh, ok, your welcome to watc...h tv while you wait." And I hurried out side. This was bad! I was cleaning up, picking up beach towels, when Lindsey peaked her head out and asked. "Mr Anderson, where do you keep the dish soap?" "You don't have to do that sweetie." I replied but she insisted. I reluctantly agreed to let her help. I finished up out side probably just a bit too. “Mark...” she murmured, but before she could finish the thought, was distracted by the feeling of the man’s hand on her leg.“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll get you back to your boyfriend soon.”What? Mark wasn’t ... but no, that made sense. Mark was sexy and so was she ... so Mark must be her boyfriend.That must be why they had sex so much.Yes, Mark was her boyfriend. He had been ever since they’d met volunteering a year ago. She’d been so attracted to him, unable to resist asking him out. Since. I'm relying on my Daddy to lead me where he wants me. I can feel the tiled floor beneath me as he pulls me, my nipples sore from the chain. He stops and positions me, pushing on my shoulders to get me on my knees. I feel him bind them, keeping me down. My hands bound behind me so I must stay there, I have no choice, nor would I want any with Daddy around. He rocks me forward and supports me before I feel something pressing against my little sissy pussy. It opens me and enters, making me moan in. In between every set, however, I found myself staring at the girl on the treadmill. She was short, about 5’ 2”, black hair, and thanks to tight yoga pants it was clear she had an amazing ass. Shortly after beginning my workout she got off the treadmill and started walking towards me. I quickly got back into my set, hoping that I hadn’t been too blatant with my staring, and much to my joy she was actually walking over to a couple of machines in front of me.I continued working out, taking quick.