I stood there thinking about what he just said. I thought he'd moved on from me to keep his friendship with my brother, but obviously not.I had to hav...e him.Matt was a nice guy. You know, the kind of nice guy that girls fuck around with. The kind of nice guy that girls used for a rebound, or to make themselves feel good. I didn't see him like that. I wanted him for myself, and for genuine reasons. He was perfect for me.By the time he got back from the mens, our drinks were ordered and waiting on. You’re just barely old enough to not get me arrested. Do you know how old I am?” “Thirty?” I guess. He laughs. That’s not a good sign. “No…I’ll be thirty-six next month. That’s a 17 year difference between us. At your age, that’s huge. You’ve still got college. Sorority stuff. Hell, you’re a cheerleader. Enjoy all of that now. The husband and family will come soon enough.” I sigh loudly. “So this is it, then?” “Unfortunately. Trust me, I’d like nothing better than to continue these little. “I hate to be so strict with you, Krissy. But your behaviour gives me no choice. Sixteen year olds should NOT be making wetsies in their panties. Do you understand?” Daddy took my handcuffs from the hook and let me out of them.I immediately fell into his arms, searching for affirmation of his love and cried and cried. Daddy smiled to himself as he rubbed my back. “I love you, Daddy! I’m so sorry!”“It’s alright, Babydoll. I hope that your sore bottom will serve as a reminder for some time”.After. As I pulled his wounded body toward me, an overwhelming feeling of affection grew in my breast. I lowered my head and pressed my lips to the side of his face. I tasted his burnt, soiled flesh, but nevertheless kissed him a second time. Then I kissed his forehead, chin, nose, left cheek, right cheek, and finally his dried, crusty, parched lips. Charley released a pleasurable moan when I opened his shirt and massaged his chest with a light, swirling touch, careful not to disturb the bandages.