I felt changed. It had only been two days ago, but the feeling of cock lust, even cum lust, was overwhelming. I could not believe how much I was cravi...ng his cum. The taste, the texture, the feeling it gave me as I swallowed it. Like an addiction, I craved that feeling again. The tingle I got as his thick jizz slid down my throat.“How could I be such a cock slut after only one time?” I wondered to myself after I called him and asked to see him again. He either knew or hoped I’d want more,. The journey took about twenty minutes to a country hotel I hadn’t visited before. The Bentley delivered us to the entrance. A flunkey opened the door for Eleyna. I made my own way around to join her. She took my arm as we entered the foyer. The Maitre d’ greeted us. ‘Table for Mr Andrews?’ he asked. Eleyna nodded. We followed the Maitre d’ past the main restaurant and through a pair of glass doors. The room was lined with cubicles with head height partitions. Each had a pair of swing doors. He. Mom would have just said no, without caring why I was asking, Daddy would at least hear me out."Well, we're going all the way to Clearview, to see a movie and it won't get done til after ten, probably." I explained. "And we were thinking of getting a burger or something afterwards, you know. And so ... Oh please, Daddy?" Hmmm ... Well..." Just an hour, it takes almost that long to get back from there." Yeah. That is a ways," Dad nodded. "Let me talk to Mark when he gets here. I'll think about. Early on the clothing had an instant sensual effect, for example, the actof clipping the catches of my bra together and twisting it round so thecups are at the front covering my breasts; I still have a fight with anybra if I try to fasten the catches behind my back, either not catchingthe hook and eyes in the correct place or getting the top hook into thebottom eye.Once on properly the feeling of the bra hugging my body is justwonderful; then it's slipping up the panties, some a little smaller.