My pussy was now aching with excitement, and I tried my best to concentrate. Years of dancing solo had made me forget the amazing sexual tension that ...was born between two performers. Meanwhile Celia had was tracing my arms again. Before I fully realised what was happening, she grabbed my arms and twisted them to my back. Celia, please for a moment it felt so good I couldnt even be firm could you follow the moves?. Again, no answer. The music boomed, I could now feel my wrists being tied. I'd thought about the poetry thing, but that seemed kind of iffy. I knew what sort of flowers William liked anyway; being a guy, he liked roses, but his taste in poetry? Who knows what other people like? Plus he knew a whole lot more about that stuff than I ever would, so I didn't want to run the risk of picking out something really cheesy. But flowers? A dozen roses, that's what the situation called for in my expert opinion. I just hoped I had enough money. I didn't know exactly how much roses. " Daddy worked his tongue, drooling across my stomach, molesting my belly button. I was helpless, lost in a frenzy of lust and desire. He moved slowly up my body, squeezing and rubbing my ass, while his lips pressed against the thin material of my nightgown, kissing and nibbling on me with bliss. He held my gaze as he kissed me, watching every twitch and twinge of my face, there was no more pretending. Daddy could easily see, that with every kiss and every squeeze, my eyes desperately begged. "Confused and embarrassed by my boyfriend's pathetic submissiveness, I scowl as I watch him obey and quickly move toward the throne and pillows. To add to my shock and disgust, he then kneels upon one of the pillows.Clearly satisfied with his established dominance, the man finally turns to me. He's exquisitely dressed and matches the elegance of the rest of the room and mansion. He's also very calm and composed, as if he knowingly commands a spell capable of commandeering anyone's obedience..