These kids are nine years old. Nine. Not nineteen or sixteen or even thirteen. Nine. So why do they have to do the whole romantic and flirty thing? Wa...ching them make goo-goo eyes at each other and say things like “My girlfriend and me really like singing together” just made me cringe. I didn’t want to correct him to “my girlfriend and I” as much as to “my friend and me.” Kids that age are supposed to make cute grammatical errors; they are not supposed to have lovers.Yes, I said lovers, because. I write down some headings on the paper - I'm putting down strengths, weaknesses, opportunities and threats - SWOT. Then we consider each one in turn and we shout out anything that comes into our heads that is appropriate to that heading when we think about the security, health and wealth of our lordships. Clear?" Yes, yes it's clear Scott. Come on, let's get on with it, come on!" Okay. Strengths. What strengths do you think we have in terms of security, health and wealth for our lordships?". I wouldn't have the strength to stop him from molesting our daughter.I headed for the dining room, smoothing my skirt as I walked. I took a deep breath, putting on my submissive smile. I had to be a good wife. I had to follow my faith. My husband was the lord of the household. I didn't have any power.My slender daughter ladled the fish stew into her father's bowl. She was dressed modestly, her face wrapped up in her flowery hijab. She had porcelain features, her cheeks pale white, her dark eyes. Lining myself up with her slit, I barrrelled into her. She let out a scream that was part surprise, part pleasure and a little bit of pain. I grabbed her by the hips and pounded her cunt like a chauvinistic king. My balls bounce off her dripping pussy lips and I knew that I wasn't going to last as long as I wanted. Knowing what was coming, my mouth became filthy."You like having that cock in your pussy, don't you?" Yes...yes I like it." Do better," I demanded slapping her ass."Yes! I love your.