..I wanted to show Daddy my brows,and both of my wigs have bangs anyways.....so I took a quick silent videojust looking down and then up, mouthing the...words "thank you Daddy"....Iwondered if he would notice them...Just like last night, I texted him the gallery and waited....this is thesecond night that I'm waiting on a response from the man I am fallinghard for as his obedient, owned fucktoy, and my heart is pounding again.And just look at me, dressed like this!I strutted back and forth in. ”“It'll never fit.” Jason believed his words, but if she were crazy enough to let him try, he wouldn't argue. “I swear, I just woke up, and now I need a nap.”“Me too,” Becky said and slid off to his side. “Thank you, that was great.” She put her leg over his groin, covering his waning erection. “I came in here to talk to you about something.”“Sure,” he said.“No, really, but your dick distracted me.”“What is it, did Darlene have another dream?”“She did call this morning, and she did have a. It's very lucrative so we're well off.My sister is three years older than I am and we both lead a pretty comfortable existence. Her name is Abigail. Things started to change when I entered puberty. I gradually became aware of a subtle yet distinct odor emitted by women and older girls. I waited for someone to mention the smell but no one did. At first, I thought it was menstrual blood that I smelled but that didn't correlate with anything I knew. Because of my parents' backgrounds, I was aware. " Of course, these are very valuable lessons, and you shall make good use of them when you return." The bush glowed with gentle authority."It's my decision isn't it? I can refuse. You can't force me back, can you?" Tears were now slipping from under her long dark lashes. The wetness rolled down her soft cheek and held for a moment, reflecting the light from bush as if it were a tiny mirror before dropping to the ground."No, of course not. I cannot force you to do anything. I'm here simply to.