Dusty looked around her room noting exactly what was where and just how she had left everything.  She even took a few polaroids and stuffed them under her matress to compare later.  That had been her one stipulation to this adventure,<em>Not in My Room, Not in my bed.</em>If her Father wanted to play out his little daddy/daughter fantasies then he could play them out with her. If he couldn't then he could provide the necessaries to make which ever 'toy' he got look like her. No one was to touch her things.<br/><br/><em>Daddy knows what sort of trouble he will be in then, he won't be allowed anywhere near me for a month.</em>Dusty was a willing conspirator to their relationship and while she followed his rules, she had her own ways of punishing him.  She was going over things in her mind, what she should have packed etc, when John entered her room a smig smile on his face.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">You look lovely darling.. Are you sure that your ok With this and not just going along with it cause Its what I want. Cause I do want to do it.. And I know that those Subby tenancies in you have been growing quiet a bit</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>Dusty almost giggled out loud at that, she couldn't imagine being a submissive plaything for anyone other than her father and she hoped that she might get a chance to try out some of her Daddy's techniques on someone some day.  She ran her hands over her red silk dress, the material clung to her body perfectly accentuating her curves, Dusty eyed her reflection appreciatively.<br/><br/>She slipped her arms around her fathers waist and tucked her head under his chin, his hand on her ass a familiar feeling and comforting.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Your cab will be here shortly, and I better go before we end up getting ourselfs messed up.. " though he reached down and rubed dusts crotch with his hand "You be sure and be nice and SOAKED for yoour Weekend Daddy Little girl</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"So long as you aren't intending on replacing me, Daddy and you keep your toys out of my room." She said with a mock pout.  She stepped away and put her hands on her hips, giving him a serious look. "No Daddy, I shan't be wet at all.  My 'weekend' Daddy will have to earn that sort of response... "