"Okay what's so funny Steve, youlook like you're going to burst?" I stare at him."You called her mommy just like my little sister does, is all I wasla...ghing at. I mean you said you are 11 years old, but I am 8 years oldand even my twin sister is way taller than you are. What is your realage? You can tell me 5 or 6 maybe. Come on tell me sweetie," he teasesme and I want to knock him up side-his head, but mommy is watching, andhe is much bigger than I am and probably would kick my butt.I turn. She was breathing. That was all. She did not wake for hours. I covered her with a blanket, watched her still face, and paced. I had first seen that face only that morning. It seemed like years. A lifetime. Finally, she awoke, but slowly. I had heard her sigh, and was kneeling by the bed and holding her hand as she came to. Her big eyes fluttered, opened, and looked at me sleepily. And then she smiled, and there was light in the world again. "Are you leaving me?" I whispered. She smiled so. ” He stroked her braid—Daddy liked braids, he used mine as a leash. “I missed you, slave.”“Even with Melody here?” Mom had a mischievous smile on her lips.“Even with Melody.” He glanced at me. “Though she was such a sweet distraction.”That was it? Just a distraction? I squirmed, fighting tears.“Oh, don’t say it like that,” Mom said. “Look at her, you’re breaking her heart. You loved every second of her submission, didn’t you, Sir?”“Careful,” Daddy said, his voice stern.“Sir,” she said, her. ..Can you feel it in your mind? My mouth, so close to you, I can almost touch you, but not quite.Okay, one fingertip only. Just the one (for the moment). I want you to start at the very base of your cock, underneath, and ever so gently, I want you to place your fingertip... softly... at the base, like I said, it's best to start there, and very lightly, trace a little line up the underside of your shaft. Just a tiny little line.You can feather it gently, or you can take it up all the way in one.