But you know what I like first thing, don’t you Pet?” I take your cock out of my mouth and I say, “You like fucking your pussy, don’t you Dadd...?” “That’s right baby. Daddy wants to fuck his pussy. Now come up here,” you command. I slide up your body and sit beside you. You say, “Ride me now.” I kneel over your body and sit down on your cock, taking it all in my pussy. You put your hands behind your head and say, “Give Daddy what he wants, Pet. Fuck me with that wet cunt.” I put my hands on your. She was smiling, but her eyes looked a little too shiny, and I was fairly certain that there were tears in them. I set the photo as the wallpaper on my phone, so that I would at least have it available to look at whenever I wanted.A couple of days later, I got a brief e-mail that mainly complained about the lack of privacy at the camp. She said that she hadn't been able to find a quiet place in which to set up a video chat without being bothered by "nosy, whiny, entitled thirteen year-old. Further proof of human ignorance.But then ... how to explain the Inez phenomenon? She'd showed up, out of nowhere, on the night before Halloween, sang a song titled "Crazy On You", and then, my whole life turned upside down again. Hidden in the corners of my mind was the realization that this time, I'd brought much if not most of it on myself. But outwardly, I was firmly in denial on that matter.And what did this mean with regard to the assumptions I'd made about this new timeline? That. The door slowly opened, to which 3 soldiers walked through. The last soldier through spoke to the other two in Russian, I could only surmise that he was telling them to stand guard outside the door. After they left he turned around and walked over to the table and picked up a cork screw, turned and walked over to me and spoke in English, “Do you know who I am?” I replied hoarsely, “Master Sergeant O’neil”. He looked at me for a second, slowly walked over with the screw and jabbed it into my leg.