While we drive along, I can see him looking at me when he thinks I don’t notice. He keeps glancing over, and I can tell he’s scoping out at my fir...m breasts. I keep waiting for him to make a move, but no, he’s a gentleman. Doesn’t say a word.I’m scoping him out too. The car is just crackling with sexual tension. I can’t keep from looking at his crotch, wondering what he keeps inside those faded blue jeans.I’m still waiting for him to make a move. Still nothin’. I’m starting to wonder if he’s gay. ’ Reluctantly Wendy looked up. Her eyes met Burnside’s. ‘Now answer. What do you want?’ Wendy shook with fear. Her voice was barely audible. ‘Dr. Burnside, this past Spring I gambled $ 60,000 dollars. I want…I need…’ ‘Come on, Wendy, out with it. You need to say whatever it is that you want to tell me.’ ‘I need to be punished. I need to suffer. I need to pay for my stupidity…with real pain..’ ‘And so you are asking that from me…’ Wendy nodded her head. Burnside’s lips tightened. ‘Wendy, you. "Are you studying the menu?" she said."Yeah," Rick said. "I am." I don't think so," Lauren said, smiling. "I think you're staring at my chest again, over and over."Lauren knew he was flushing, even though it didn't show on his dark face. "Okay," he said. "Let's order. I'm sorry. I've never seen you dress like this." I didn't dress much when I was on the floor dancing," Lauren said, after they had ordered their food."Well," Rick said. "That's different. You're on the floor performing. And, and,. Pound it into you cervix, harder. What a slut. Did you know your Dad wants to fuck you. That's it I knew that would help you shove it in there deeper. I know sweetheart, I know you want to fuck your Dad. That is what all the little f******n year old sluts want. Now take out that little toy and show me how you suck cock with this toy. Why not? Because it is dirty from your ass? Don't worry you will get used to that taste. Good Girl all the way down. So this has been in your ass? It looks awfully.