"Could you put Britney Spears on, that baby one more time song, thats the one I want", he smirks as he hangs his suit jacket on the table and walks ba...k to his seat, knowing she would be having instant flashbacks to their schoolgirl roleplay fantasies where she was a naughty little girl who needed to be punished with a good fucking by her teacher. She doesnt look at him, sighing loudly, as she loads it up and it starts, she turns to him and parts her legs a little, standing 5 feet away from him. She called out, “Sorry Dad, I am about to burst! I will be taking a shower and then off to bed, good night and love you” as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror she could not help but smile it certainly had been a good night, the tracks of white spunk had dried like an old river bed, her hair was matted and she smelt like a brothel (Not that she knew what one actually smelt like.).She slipped easily under the shower and let the warm water cascade over her tired body, yet her mind was. With only a momentary pause I pulled the suppressor from my right thigh pocket and secured it on my weapon. This was going to make all the difference in my mission’s success. At the top of the stairs I was ready for anything. Fully locked and loaded, I peeked my head out around the corner. At the far end of the hall were two guards in front of a doorway to the left. One was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette while the other stood a few feet away with his back turned to me. He. Billy not once visited her. In the meantime,she was pregnant! She thinks that the baby is Billy's! Well, the trialhad the verdict judgment was guilty! She had 2 years of mediumcorrectional center penitentiary. She had her baby in the jail center(they have a hospital on site). The baby was mixed race, black andwhite. So, she named him (yes, its boy), Billy, Jr.She wrote hundreds of letters to Billy, never answered not one of them.Never visited her as well, Billy. She told him about.