You ARE a good girl, aren’t you, Dinah??’ Fearing reprisal for anything other than an affirmative answer, Dinah whispered, ‘Yes, Damian, sir. I ...m a good girl.’ ‘And good girls get wet for their Breeders, don’t they, Dinah?’ ‘Yes, sir’ ‘Are you wet, Dinah? Is that pussy of yours leaking for my attentions today?’ Dinah knew she was in trouble now. She had learned in these weeks of dealing with this animal that the littlest thing would set him off. He was so cruel, and from the moment that she. .Disscusted and feeling more upset then you had ever been with me...STAND!!! YES SIR. DROP your hands lock fingers behind your back, yes sir??... daddy?... NOT A FUCKING WORD.. YES SIR...skipping classes again. You reach for my face cheeks, with the eyes peering threw me a single tear falls. SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP. Your tears wont effect daddy this time, grabbing my face again, Im scarerd to speak. All i can do is take what ever you will do to me...SLAP SLAP AGAIN AND THE SLAP SLAP AGAIN, PIC out. Doc Holland also joined us with his wife, Della. Della was a nurse and ran the medical command with an iron fist. She was one of those nurses that took no guff. But could start an IV line without you noticing.Agnes and I greeted everyone, and introductions were made. When we took our seats, David stepped up to the podium. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we all know why we are here. Rather than clutter up our evening with a speech that just repeats the obvious I’ll turn this over to the one person whose. Then I heard their approaching footsteps down the hallway. I could not run. I didn't even have time to climb out the window. There was only one place to hide, so I got down and crawled under the king sized bed. I made it just in time as I heard their foot steps and their voices as they entered the bedroom. As I looked out, I could see their feet, Miss Taylor in high heels and Mr.Smith in pants. Then I saw their feet turn toward each other and I could hear the sound of kissing. After a while I.