It felt comforting. I learned to love him being close to me. Hearing him breath, nibbling on my neck. Whispering how I belonged to him, that daddy was...going to take care of the little gurl he now owned. Make no mistake, he did own me!Mark finished by sliding his hands down my arms. As he walked around front of me again he grabbed my nuts and clitty. His hand was firm and I understood he was going to lead me by the clitty. It wasn't painful until he wanted me to move, then a tight squeeze. No. "Well it is about time your appetite showed improvement. I have beenworried for a while about your eating habits. You just haven't beeneating enough Danielle," said their mother happily."Uuummm, thanks. I guess," said Darian as he finished up his pancakes."Ok, thanks mom. But Danielle and I are going to be late for school sowe have to get going. Thanks for the breakfast," said the real Danielleas she sat up quickly and took the real Darian's hand and pulled himoutside the kitchen door and. Tony held my wrists with one hand and ran the other over my tit mounds and belly. He took great delight in the smoothness and softness of my skin, and squeezed and pinched my upthrust titties and small pink nipples relentlessly. He seized one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted and rolled it, pulling it upward, distending my tit flesh into a giant meaty cone.His father slid his hands over my inner thighs and rubbed up and down my crotch, marvelling at the sparseness of the. I told them I was a reasonable man so I would give them another week to vacate the premises. She followed me outside to tell me there were no hard feelings as I was leaving, but he was still pretty upset about the whole debacle. A few days later I answered a call from a cell number that I didn’t recognize. A soft and nervous voice asked: “What would I have to do?” {Again with the damn bells ringing in my head!} “Nancy,” I asked, “Yes” she replied, “What would I have to do?” I stuttered and.