"He loves you child. Be satisfied. He said he would come back to you and he will. For now though, he is a warrior and must learn to fight if he is to ...urvive."This made Felicity cry all the more. She came to me as I was settled on the couch. She actually crawled onto my lap. "Daddy, what am I going to do? I love Samson so much. It is like I don't even exist." You do exist and I'm sure he knows it. From what we read in the paper, Roosevelt is trying to get his troops in shape and ready for. Of all the humiliating things that he made me do or say the thought ofhaving to pick my own clothes for his amusement was the one of theworst. Even though it involved no pain or actually abuse it was themental side of it that cut me the most. The thought of having to makemyself look pretty and sexy like a woman for another man removed all mydignity and self respect.I looked in the wardrobe and drawers through the collection of his ex-wife's things that he had left down here for me and selected. "No worries," I replied. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye and saw how sexy her legs were and how her dress dipped down the valley between her big breasts. I felt a stirring of arousal grow between my legs. I continued to sip my drink whilst looking at her from the corner of my eye. My pussy throbbed and felt it becoming wet."Having a good look are you?" she asked me sternly."Sorry," I apologised.She laughed. "I was only joking, honey. What's your name?"I turned to her and shook her. His big, warm hands roamed over my back and ribcage, pressing me closer to him. I felt a hardness pressed against my stomach, and acurious wetness began to pool between my thighs. He pulled back from me for a moment. ‘Can I touch you?’ he whispered, much less formally than he had before. I nodded wordlessly and helped him get my nightrail off. He shrugged out of his shirt and took me back into his arms. My breasts collapsed onto his chest, and I felt every inch of him pressed against every inch.