‘I…I mean…Nadia…’ ‘Shut up, you dirty little slut. Nothing you say will change the fact that you’ve wet your bed like a bad litle girl, ...nd you’ve been looking at filth on my PC like a dirty little girl and you have this,’ she swished the cane ‘for dealing with naughty little girls! Am I wrong?’ Fay tried to choke back a sob as she hung her head and fat tears started to roll down her cheeks. ‘No,’ she whispered. ‘So, you little trollop, what did you like most? You were looking at a lot of. And the girl has to come home with the money, or else she's got a problem.The women were never more than merchandise to me. They were things, objects. I said to myself: 'If she really didn't want to do it, she wouldn't do it.’ I said to myself: 'If I don't do it, somebody else will.'If they ever expressed their doubts, I would say: 'What are you trying to explain to me? What is it you think I don't know? You should be grateful to me. If I hadn't come along, you'd still be where I found you.'. "The only logical end to the story was for her to leave her husband for him," he said, "That would essentially be the end of it. I didn't want to end it yet."She studied him for a moment trying to work out what she wanted to say."Why not?" she asked, "Because I like reading it?" Yes," he said without elaborating.She folded her arms across her chest when she sensed her nipples hardening. She looked down at the floor and then back at him. She realized in that moment that she desperately wanted. "If I couldn't convince the little girl she ought to fuck daddy on her own, I had to think of something that'd push her over the line." Well, I fucked the shit out of her before I was through," Bud Underwood sighed. "And then I left her without a word and went right back to cutting the grass. It was tough, though, not letting her know what a terrific piece of ass she is. God, can that girl fuck. Poor, little thing, she looked completely lost when I saw her afterward and wouldn't hardly give her.