.. It was almost too much. Despite how much she'd been preparing herself for the next encounter, this caught her off guard. It was so much easier, thi...nking that the control was gone. But here he was, making her act out as if she wanted this. It vaguely passed in her mind that this must be how a whore feels with a complete stranger.The morning went too fast. Way too fast. Noon was upon her, and she knew she needed to get going soon.She arrived at the hotel a little early, and sat nervously in. "Have you got the DVD here? The one that Robert supplied to this office to substantiate his innocence." Dana blinked twice before answering, her voice guarded."Here?" She shook her head. "No, I don’t have any DVD. Not from Mr Cranton-Smith or anybody else for that matter."Technically, Dana was telling the truth. The DVD John Davidson gave her, lay in a secure desk drawer at home. However, before going to bed, she’d copied the contents to a secure file on her laptop in case she needed it. Having. Still he blinked, his mouth moving slightly but nothing coming out. “Or I can pose in here if you prefer,” She said. “I don’t have to change, this is a nice outfit isn’t it, nice short skirt?” She said. He nodded, his expression a mixture of fear and excitement. “So pose in here, in this outfit?” He nodded, trying to make sure he was giving Her a definite ‘yes’, with his nerves still jangling. Instinctively he got up and moved back, making sure he wasn’t too close and in Her space, maintaining. I was fine with that, I loved Daddy for showing me who I really was.Then one night I was just sitting around relaxing in my panties and t-shirt, because Daddy told me he was going to be fucking the wife of one of the white guys at work. I'm pretty sure I figured out who the two white guys were who's wives daddy was fucking. They were big tattooed guys who always gave me dirty looks when the word got around that I was Daddy's bitch. I thought it was because they were macho men and hated gays,.