It never surprises me how one minute I can be a total brat and the next a repentant subbie. Probably because it’s part of who I am. I don’t know w...y you stand for it though. It must be very confusing at times. I only manage to eat half my yoghurt before putting my spoon down and reaching for my tobacco tin. “No!” I look up at you. I always have a fag after breakfast. I continue to pull the tin towards me. “I want a fag,” I whine. I hate whining but it always happens when I don’t feel well. You. "I love you too, Sarah."Cindy had a small tear running down her cheek, as she watched her daughter pick her father. Cindy felt Sarah could not have made a better choice. All the other women began walking into the living room at this moment. Arrian motioned all of them to sit on the couch. He rose to his feet; his arms were full with a five-year-old girl who just found her daddy."Please have a seat, I will try to explain why I've asked you all here. Cindy, I asked you here because I felt you. I shove your knees apart and spread the cheeks of your gorgeous round ass wide, gripping your golden silky flesh to show the pink velvet wetness of your cunt and the pouting pucker of your ass, ready for fucking. “The sweetness of your ass is Miss Kitty’s. You know that don’t you girl?” She nods. “And she commands I violate it, until you plead for mercy.” He smiles. “I spread the cheeks of your ass wide and you arch your back and push your ass up high as you have been taught, spreading you. Abe Carnahan" asking for blogs about her.They started almost immediately, including some over-the-top remarks. She saw the term 'MILF' over and over asking what it stood for. After I told her, she sat down to watch the blogs and whispered to me, "They all think I'm hot, don't they?" You don't have to whisper Mom, they can't hear you," I said."Sorry honey. This is exciting. You make money doing this ... how much?" Two thousand dollars a week. Sometimes more." Why do you work for your father on.