“On your back.”Daddy made himself relatively comfortable among the pillows and I saw that his cock was getting hard from my switch in personality....��What’s going on, Krissy? What is this?” Daddy finally spoke, still in utter shock.I took out a piece of rope from beside the bed and looped it through the middle of the cuffs and stretched them over his head. I pulled the rope tight and tied it, not wanting to give any slack for movement or to be able to touch me. Daddy tugged at the restraints.. It was the end of Day Four of our longest-ever road trip. Next morning, we'd resume our run to Arizona -- still a long, long ways down the road.Nobody -- not even one single female -- woke me up with a blowjob on Day Five, and I felt a little neglected, but my soft-and-sore appendage was trying to tell me to forget it, he would just as soon pass.So we saddled up and set out in the RV before breakfast.Not far west of San Antonio, we were in the Texas badlands again. A few of those little round. Joey hopped in and they drove to Rico's body shop. Joey helped to push the Mini into the shop and a yawning Rico gave him a set of car keys and pointed at a dark grey metallic BMW 530i. Joey swallowed. It was his father's car, the one his parents had been killed in."We finished it last week. The interior is all new, and the body and engine are in perfect shape. I know you want it sold, but you'll need a car all next week while we fix that itty bitty tin can." Honestly, Uncle Rico, I don't think. .. sometimes it got hard and I wanted to give in, wanted to drown.But I had Bean.She was the light at the end of the tunnel, my reason for living. I thought of her, this little girl, so innocent, so helpless, so... mine. Never, not ever, would she feel alone. I’d always be there for her, and hell, I was a strong woman; if I could fill the role of a mother, I could damn well fill the role of a father too. What was there to it? Teach your kid how to throw a ball? Talk about how shitty boys were?.