Let's be serious. You're not supposed to be enjoying this." She composed herself. "Yes, Sir. I'll be good. I'm just nervous." "All right then," I said..., slapping the heavy paddle against my palm. "Let's do this." She looked up at me as I stood beside the bed. "Can I put my head down, Sir?" "Sure... um, why?" I thought maybe she didn't want to watch. "I think it would probably look nicer, Sir," she said, her blush intensifying. I couldn't help but smile. "All right then, head down and arch your. She wriggles and presses herself closer inadvertently rubbing her almost naked form on his growing erection. He groans, corners her against a wall and allows his cloth covered cock to nestle in the inviting hollow of her thighs while his fingers trace the material of her bra, setting her sensitive skin alight. Isobelle whimpers as Ezra releases the catch, bending an eager head to suckle. Her puckered, pink nipple glistens from his caress. Isobelle runs her feverish fingers through his thick,. Even the bras were simple affairs. No push-ups, Dani noted. In fact, what the little bitch had in her drawers was very similar to what Dani herself preferred.She shrugged. There was nothing to learn from the room. Except ... Dani lifted the mattress off the frame on each corner. At the foot end, close to the wall, she finally struck gold. A bound little book, very plain. Upon inspection, Dani saw that it was some sort of a diary. Eagerly, she opened the first page. The date on top of the page. I'd suggest you close it. If you're nice to Angela I might let you drive it some time." Deal," was all I said.There was a very nice restaurant near the theater we had reservations for dinner in. As we pulled up in front, I couldn't help but notice the long line of well dressed people waiting to gain entrance."Angela, honey the place looks full. Should we try somewhere else?"She just smiled at me as the limo pulled up on front. The maître d' popped out of the restaurant and opened our door. He.