I needed it, I craved serving Daddy like this, exactly likethis...."Off, bitch" he said lustily, breathing deeply just as I was. I held mywet, drippi...g mouth open and showed him wanting only more, more, moreDaddy....."Catch your breath, babygirl."I nodded, but kept my mouth open, my arms still tied behind me with theblack leather belt."Good girl, back down slowly, same place."I did it again, wanting only to be filled, only to have my mouth used theway I had dreamed of so many times, but never. Sad girl always looked down as she got on the train making sure she avoided eye contact where ever possible. If she could, would sit alone by the carriage window staring out into the world as it passed her by. I confess to becoming a little more intrigued by her each morning as I caught the train, although I never once encountered her on my way home. Where ever possible, I would stand reasonably close and discreetly watch her as I pondered her seemingly sad her life over in my mind. A recent. "I hate to be the dumb blond..." Tami started."Especially since you're a brunette," Robbie interrupted."I was thinking of dying it. Trying the blond thing for awhile." What shade?" Kind of a California gold."I could have evaporated and they wouldn't have noticed as they talked around me."Excuse me, ladies."They stopped talking and looked at me. Maybe the minefield would be a better idea."I think you were going to ask a question, and if my opinion counts, I think your hair is beautiful the way. She was no longer threatening me with divorce, but it did seem likely this would be our last child, and I wouldn’t be getting any more chances to start another!On October 12th, Lieutenant Colonel Wilcox tracked me down in the commo bunker. He was the battalion commander of the 1st of the 505th. He had a shit-eating grin as he handed me a radiogram that came in through another route. Charles Robert Buckman weighed 7 lb. 14 oz. and was born at 0305 that morning. Mother and son were doing just.