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The waitress comes by, and Daddy orders breakfast for us both. We've had breakfast together enough times that they know my typical order, but they also told me to decide before we arrived so I didn't have to think about it and could focus on enjoying myself. Truth to be told, it is impossible to focus on the menu. I’m watching the curve of their lips twitch and the tendons flex in their hands as they drink their coffee. It doesn’t help, either, that the heel of their boot has migrated from the top of my thigh to between them.
They press into me, and I feel my breath catch.
“Shhh,” Daddy coos. “Do you want everyone to know how wet you are already?”
I shake my head no, swallowing to stop the whine building in my throat.
“That's my good boy.” They press the toe of their boot right on my crotch, and I squirm in my seat. Caught between wanting nothing more than to grind and lose myself on their boot, and the fluttery embarrassment that a few taps against my wet cunt is enough to make me this desperate, I stay silent, fists balled at my sides. For once, I’m glad I am wearing jeans instead of something more revealing: at least in these, I won’t leave a spot on the fabric.