Yes, she would sell well, he thought to himself, waiting for his audience to snap alert under his threatening gaze. "To fill you in on the facts, Chri..., this is a letter from the social service department of San Francisco... I assume you know who they are since you've been getting foodstamps for the past month."Chris nodded her turbaned head."As landlord I was mailed this letter to ask a few questions about your living situation. According to this xeroxed form, Sandra... that's you," he blinked. ..no more...you're splitting me in half." I wailed and rose up hands and knees.Daddy paused allowing me to adjust to his girth. He tenderly caressed my back, "Relax Alex, it's half in...just relax the pain will pass."Once my screams died down to a whimpers, Daddy gently and softly said, "You're doing fine. Just think of the pleasure you'll soon be enjoying..." He drove the rest of his cock inside me then completed his thought through gritted teeth, "...and giving me."At last I could feel his. Slim, fit, with hourglass proportions, standing at 5'7". Relatively athletic framed with supple, round C cupped tits. You used to be blonde, but you were given brown shoulder length hair. Your eyes used to be a pale blue, turned into a vibrant olive green. There were a number of other things that they had done to your body to increase your ability to perform. Your stamina was enhanced. You could perform your duty in top condition for long periods of time that would put an endurance runner to. You demand I assume a doggey position on your bed, to which I duly oblige. Moving round the bed you reach underneath and pull out a length of rope from each corner… You bound each hand an pull the rope taught to the two front legs. You bound each of my thighs and pull extra hard as you bound my legs to the bottom legs – stretching my ass wide. I can’t move as you stand over my rear and give me a solid whack with the crop right on my left cheek. God that really hurt – WHACK – right cheek… blimey.