‘Am I boring you, sweety?’ he said. Carla tried to focus. She grabbed her violin tighter around the neck. ‘No.’ She said. ‘Let’s do t...is.’ She yawned again. She felt terribly sleepy. It was as if her thoughts were drifting of. He pried the violin from her fingers. ‘No, sir, would be the correct response.’ ‘No, sir.’ she mumbled absent-minded while fighting her drooping eyelids. ‘I see the hypnotic drugs I put into your tea are getting a hold on you. You’ll become more and more. It was straining to get hard in the tight panties."I think Daddy needs a blowjob honey" he said. "But before you get started, I think you need to freshen up you lipstick, because I was to see it all over my cock."I went over to a mirror and fixed my lipstick and when I returned, he was laying on the bed naked. Just as when I first blew him, his hard dick was sticking up like a flagpole. "Get over here and get to work you little whore" he said.I said "Yes Daddy" and crawled onto the bed and. She fell back into her routine of chores around the house and farm and, like the several years before, spent time in study and reading, much of it under the old maple. She knew that many of those she had met at school would be working at summer jobs. It wasn’t that Emily didn’t work. There was plenty of work around the home but in this area there were very few actual paying jobs. Her scholarships and grants provided enough for her to get by and her tastes in expensive things were quite limited,. I turned to face her and thankfully she never acknowledged my turning, so in the darkness I studied her form as she lay motionless.She was 15 and one of the older girls, boarding since she was 12, and now approaching her final year, she would be gone this time next year.I like anyone who was awake, would have known where she was and what would have to her, this late hour, it was common practice amongst the girls, there were so many of us to choose from, and the senior ones were the most.