..please daddy - show me who I belong to - show me that you'll never let me go again, sir...Please?"...And you DO...both r****g me and making love to ...me at the same time - your a****l passion not to be denied, whether it hurts me or not, you've gone past the point of knowing or caring - you only want us to become one, and you pull me feet down around your waist and behind you so that my heels dig into your buttocks, pulling you even farther into me, deeper and harder, the sweat gathering in. " She stared at me for a moment, daring me to disagree. "I just know you could have helped me. Your writings on Fielding are also well regarded. So you can't tell me you don't know the area well enough to have helped me."I looked down at the tablecloth, then noticed the approaching waiter and gestured to him to give us a few more minutes. We were, of course, both right. And it wasn't the first time we had said these things to each other. My lips tightened as I tried to stop myself from telling. I'd thought I was done after the second day but Sister Mary insisted upon three coats of paint, complete with trim. A routine was established.She would lead me to the gym each morning, check on me multiple times throughout the day, criticizing if I was doing something wrong, she would feed me the same stale bologna sandwich and glass of water at noon, and she would release me at five o'clock each afternoon. She did not converse with me otherwise. She offered me no inspiring lectures on the. ”I felt her shiver and get goose bumps. Then I realized that she was getting excited about the idea. She just needed a little push in the right direction.It was getting late on a Saturday but there was still time to get her there. She resisted but I kept after her. I picked out a nice bra and panty that sort of went together and told her to put her white shirt and blue jean miniskirt back on.Dinah was nervous as hell as I walked her into the club. I shook my head at the bouncer letting him know.