It started on the coach across, i could see the strap on your thigh so easily visible because your dress was so short. I was curious before this, we’d fucked at a house party a few weeks earlier and the quick, fierce, violent fucking had left me wanting for *so* much more. Now I didn’t just want you, i craved the taste of you like the nicotine from those pink roll up cigarettes we smoke after we fuck. Who knew in my late 20’s I’d still be fucking 18 year old sluts.
As we walked around the city browsing in shops, lightly brushing skin against skin, my mind started to rapidly flash intense images of all the things this Daddy couldn’t wait to do to his Brat. The tension in the lingerie shop was palpable, i ran my hand over the outfits, toys, ropes, leashes, cuffs and gags and you waited patiently with that deceivingly innocent look on your face. I knew we were to share an apartment with friends from work so I’d already decided your present would be a ball gag, but the curiosity in your eyes as I hope you imagined the fun we will have with each of the gifts your Daddy will buy you drove me crazy. I could feel my hard cock pressed against my leg, rubbing against my jeans and when my hands grasped the leather of the ball gags strap behind your head it was all i could do not to order you to your knees there and then. The other customers would be lucky to see such a show.