.Then at 06.00 sharp I am to stand in front of the cameras for one of manyphoto controls during the day, I then prep my breakfast consisting in avery ...limy oatmeal that I put in the feeder, the feeder is a plasticcontainer mounted on the wall, from the container is a garden hoseattached and it runs down to a dildo mounted on the wall, all my meals iseaten by sucking that dildo.. I am grateful it is only oatmeal and notoatmeal mixed with cheap dog food and my own piss,blended to a. Mother was ready with dinner as usual. She was bathed and in a fresh saree. We both remembered the afternoon of passionate fucking, but said nothing. I had dinner, mother also had dinner after me, and I went to my bedroom and slept. I masturbated as usual before sleep. I went to sleep.I don’t know why, but I woke up at 4 in the morning. I tried to go back to sleep but could not. I was disturbed. I was also hard. I got up, went to the kitchen for a drink of water and returned back to my bedroom.. Of course they had found and chosen the worst picture of her they could find, sitting in her reclining chair, half her hair flattened to her head for falling asleep in an odd position, in big jeans shot through with holes and stress lines, a red flannel shirt, her big brown boots, half-on but unlaced. And her face, the face of every before picture, unhappy, unsmiling, weary. She wasn’t smiling because Hannah had woken her up in order to take it- she was grumpy, still half-asleep- but it didn’t. ” I would continue."You studied enough biology in school to know that such mutual urges are what keeps a species reproducing and not becoming extinct.I would tell her about the male sexual equipment, and how with the right man, in a way it's like a syringe. And he will use it to inject the best, the most healing love into you. He will inject all of the love he feels toward you from himself deep into you."But you need to be and you should be picky. You are my daughter, and I will always feel.