It was close to 12:30 am when I finally settled down to sleep, my hand slowly slipping into my basketball shorts to caress my cock as I contemplated the day that had just transpired. She started out immaculately dressed in an asymmetrical dress that highlighted her compact but curvaceous figure and black leather high heeled boots to give her frame a bit more height. Simple 9-to-5 makeup that was obvious enough to please me and expertly applied in order to be discreet to almost anyone else. There were no words necessary when she entered my apartment with the key I made for her.
It was exactly 7am, so I expected her as I sat on my sofa reading through the morning emails on my tablet. I didn’t move my head, but my eyes scanned her body as she presented herself, all sixty-one inches of her, plus three inches of spiked heels for good measure.
“Good Morning, Daddy.” She said, presenting herself as I instructed her.
“Good Morning, Kitten” I replied, placing my tablet on the coffee table next to her still closed company issued laptop, which lived on my coffee table.