.. you slowly... so slowly; don't want to disturb Sam... begin to roll the waistband down... over the perfect, smooth skin that covers your hip bones...... feeling as the back band of the panties starts to slide down over the cheeks of the perfect bubble butt that you've worked so hard to keep firm... you wait for just the right moment... ... now, as Sam pauses just for an instant between licks... you skin the panties further down... down over your thighs till they are caught down at your knees.... I was squirming and grinding the bed by the time he was done with my punishment a little wet spot in the bed where my clitty had leaked precum. Seeing this he leaned on me to kiss my neck and wisper "remember naughty girl you need to ask permission before you cum". "I promise I will daddy" I responded. "That's a good little girl" he said as he rolled me over and went down to his knees. He licked and sucked my clitty a little as he slid my panties down me going red in the face trying not to cum.. And costume too! He sported an expensive looking European tuxedo that had a regal flare and a sweeping floor-length black velvet cape with a blood-red silk lining. "You must be Count Dracula," she said in mock formality. The stranger's eyes widened as if surprised. "You can address me so, if you wish," he bowed. "And what is your name, my dear?" "Why, I'm Scarlet," she responded with a Southern drawl and giggled. “Scarlet O’Hara.” Dracula took her hand, bowed, and brought it to his lips. "I am. It was the coach of the advanced team, what they called the 'Big League'. The man actually invited me to come to practice that evening and that he wanted me to play for him. He said he had heard what had happened from some of the kids, and that he had watched the game as one of his kids was on that team. I figured that Coach had also primed him, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.I was in practice clothes when Mom got home and told her that I needed to eat quickly so I could.