I guess I wanted to see his reaction. I leaned forward and could feel the cool air between my upper thighs. I was certain that Paul could almost see m...y young pussy.“Chloe,” I heard Paul say in a low voice, “turn around.” I did as he asked. I stood there being appraised by my boss. He said nothing. I could see he was breathing a little harder than normal.“My God, you’re beautiful,” he finally said.“Thank you, Mr. Granger,” I said, almost mockingly. I was enjoying this role play. Paul ignored it.. She seemed so sympathetic and we were reallygetting along.At one point she leaned in and I thought she was going to kiss me. I evenclosed my eyes and puckered my lips. Instead however she picked a pieceof lint off the t-shirt, right from the middle of one of the o's in 'goodgirl'. It's what she said though that threw me the most."There we go Steven. I don't want my girl looking unkept," she whisperedin my ear."Girl? I'm a man Mrs. Remington," I had spluttered in protestation,confused by her. As the stings grew, I knew that Daddy was creating beautiful flowering bruises that would bloom in the hours ahead. I wriggled when Daddy paused because my cunt had started to pulse. “Stand up, Babygirl,” Daddy whispered and as I stood on shaky legs, Daddy pulled my skirt and panties clean down to my ankles. I bent over his body and kissed his beautiful, strong, dark-skinned back. I nuzzled his neck, but he straightened up and pulled me over. The initial slaps with his hands made me wriggle. Her body itself seemed to be pretty normal, not too fat and not too thin (just the way I like it), but her legs were outstanding. Holy shit. Anyway, the point is, I was very attracted to her. I grabbed a sandwich and stood next to her in line. We kept glancing at each other every once in a while, but neither of us spoke. She paid and left, leaving me slightly disappointed and irritated at myself for not having said something to her. I should have found something witty to say about my sandwich.