OMG! P.S. Indian Sex I lick off my fingers off one by one, enjoying the taste of my need, thinking about what Daddy is going to say when he gets home. I look at the clock… Shimmying into the dress, practically having to yank it down more because my tits lift the front up more, but compromising with having the decolletage of the dress pulled down to where my nipples were almost showing. I think about him seeing me like this, dressed beautifully just for him but my cunt displayed so sluttily and my tits almost spilling out of the dress… 6:00. 6:00. I sit down at my side of the bed, opening the end table and taking out the good lube… I grab the butt plug and briefly admire the blown glasswork, ribbons of lavender and purple, with a clear end so that you can see into the orifice it’s shoved into. Opening the lid, I peered inside. I walked in the door, dropped my bag and the keys on the entry table, and almost ran to the bedroom, my grin getting wider as I saw the purple box with a silver bow on it, with another note…
