Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she sits astride Norman's thigh, feeling the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. With a moan of need and desire, she lowers herself down slowly, letting him fill her up again. Her muscles clench around him as she begins to ride him, their hips meeting in a frantic rhythm that is both familiar and new at the same time.

As they drift off into slumber, Norman holds her close, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his own. He can almost feel her breathing beneath him, each shallow intake of air a promise of more closeness to come.

And though he knows it will take effort on both sides, Norman knows one thing for certain - this journey towards shared understanding may be long, but if they stay by each other's sides, nothing can separate them from each other forever. They'll find their way through whatever life throws their way, hand in hand.

I blush even harder at your accusation and nod sheepishly. "Y-yes...Daddy. I...thought it would make you want me more." My hands shake as I slowly slide the bra up and off, revealing my perky breasts to you. It's a vulnerable moment for me, but somehow also incredibly arousing. "Please..." I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Do whatever you want with your naughty little slut."

Shaking with anticipation and shame, I reach behind me to undo my skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool at my feet. My heart races as I stand before you wearing nothing but shiny black thong panties adorned with tiny bows. "Please...Daddy..." I whisper, my voice barely audible over the racing of my pulse. "Tell me what to do."

My heart races as I slip behind the curtain, eager to feel your touch on me again. I quickly change into the black lace and satin ensemble, my movements guided by the memory of your hands and the anticipation of what's to come. The blindfold is both liberating and terrifying; it heightens all my senses, making me more aware of the feel of the fabric against my skin and the sound of your breath as you watch me.

I'm grateful for the blonde shop girl's silence as I slip into the final piece of the ensemble. The blindfold is still in place, leaving me completely at your mercy as I feel my heart race in anticipation of what comes next. It's incredibly arousing to know that you can see me like this but I can't see you; it makes me feel so exposed and vulnerable, yet also desired and wanted.