I walk right up to her, standing inches away, my cock hovering over her head. Her breathing increases, her fingers ache to touch me but she resists b...cause she does not have permission yet. "Very good my pet. You are Daddy's little fuck slut. Say it." I am Daddy's little fuck slut." You are Daddy's little cum bucket." I am Daddy's little cum bucket." You are Daddy's sex pet." I am Daddy's sex pet."She doesn't say it as a chore. She says it gratefully, happily. She recites it but not for a. It did work as well, the women were always helped unloading there van’s and never had to hang around to get there paper work signed. When a man delivered there was never a hurry to help him and we would watch him unload the van himself, eventually going to sign his papers when we had time.We had a bearing fail on a crusher just after lunch this day, a quick phone call and it was ordered from the bearing suppliers, the problem was is was 200 miles away and we needed it straight away. It would be. I thought to myself, why did I not speak up? I just as much gave him permission to put nude pictures of me on the internet. Why do I let him tell me what to do? I like him very much but he seems to be going to far and I am letting him do it without hardly any protest.About that time, he said lets go into the water to clean the sand off. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the water. The water was cool and I started to shiver. He kept hold of my hand and pulled me deeper and deeper into the. ..I don't think of you like that Steff," he finished, but his tentative words seemed said more to convince himself more than me. "You don't want to love me Daddy?" I demanded. "No sweetie... not like that," he replied hesitantly, the bulge rising in his robe belying every word. "So why haven't you gone out on a date for the last four months?" "What?" "You used to date all the time, now you never do," I insisted. "But I ....," he stammered before I cut him off. "Why were you.