I lit a few candles and loaded the CD player with our favorite slow jams. I start to undress you by unbuttoning your shirt; your upper body is so stro...ng. Your chest is nearly covered with soft white hair, I love running my fingers throw it. You take me in your arms and I snuggle against your soft chest hairs.I feel your hands start to caress and roam my body, as our lips meet is a long slow kiss. At some point I feel your excitement. “Hay baby slow down, we have all night.” I say as I resume. That pink one there. Good girl! Now open the commentsfile." His fingers were shaking so badly, he almost lost control of thecursor. When he clicked on the 'comments' box, Mummy made him scrolldown until she spied his name. "There! See?" Jane declared triumphantly."See what Baby Daphne wrote?"David cringed in shame as Cathy read aloud the comment he'd posted. 'Myname is Baby Daphne and I love - love - LOVE this bondage frock ! It'sso sweet and babyish ! I wish I had a Mummy to button me into. At 5'8, she was tall and very thin yet just curvy enough to make her lower body absolutely impossible not to stare at. Incredibly long and lean legs leading to a tight, small and rounded teenage ass that was often clad in tight short shorts, or covered by the skirt she always wore at school, or as it was often the case at home, tight and revealing booty shorts and showed off her gloriously narrow waist and flat stomach. Her breasts were small and perky, and she still had that same smile as. Even if they did come from the British Empire. She hovered there, her skin burning hot from inside. Hotter even than it would have been from just the Caribbean sun. “You can’t just talk to me like that,” she struggled to say, to keep her dignity intact. “My father wouldn’t like it!” “The fuck what your father likes!” Nicholas exclaimed in English, a language Rose-Marie understood perfectly well. “He’ll go mad if he hears how impertinent you’ve been,” snorted Rose-Marie. “Servants don’t talk.