He just said that I could do what I wanted with Tommy but HE didn't want me as a gurl and that I was his turned out boi bitch to him.I was fine with t...at, I loved Daddy for showing me who I really was.Then one night I was just sitting around relaxing in my panties and t-shirt, because Daddy told me he was going to be fucking the wife of one of the white guys at work. I'm pretty sure I figured out who the two white guys were who's wives daddy was fucking. They were big tattooed guys who always. My biscuits. Dog biscuits. I walked a bitfunny, thinking that I wanted to faint at the sight of mum eating dogbiscuits. How gross."Sandra can't sleep," said my aunt."I know. I wonder if she is fully a dog yet." I think she is. She can't speak and I doubt she can understand us." We now know that they found Jumissy. I thought that you hid it." I did. I hid it in my attic. I didn't think that you would be comingto live here. When you did, I forgot all about it in the attic." I feel so bad. Look. Out of all the possible scenarios I pictured happening today, I never once imagined I'd be going for CIP testing. Well, at least it was a stay-of-exclusion before my father could get a hold of me. I briefly wondered if the guy protecting me could keep me safe from him as well.The Major gave me my choice of foods, but I was simply too nervous to consume anything of substance, so I settled for a light salad before heading off to my appointment.The truth is I was of two minds when it came to CIP. Something new had been added to the room, a Gynecological Chair was sitting in front of the mirrored wall beside bed. Directly below it was a gridded tile with a movable shower head laying on it.Joanne felt hands removing her clothing and trembled when she felt her body being exposed to the air. The staff lifted Joanne onto the Chair, positioning her legs onto the extensions and soft restraints were applied to her wrists and ankles. Sara pressed a button on the Chair Joanne's bent legs were.