Patrick ignored her, taking another drag of his cigarette and watching the smoke swirl through the air as he blew it out. “Daddy, I need the toilet,...�� she whimpered. Patrick continued to ignore her and Violet continued to repeat the request. “I need the toilet. Please, I really need to go!” She sat with one bare leg crossed over the other, squirming on the floor so her chain rattled against the metal of the radiator.She began to cry softly as she realised she could hold it in no longer. Shaking. "I had no idea what she was talking about, but it was sexy and scary at the same time.She pulled the panties from my face, and teased the head of my cock with it. "Are you ready?"I nodded. She put the panty over the head of my cock, and started to jerk me off with the silky fabric. With her other hand she pulled on my aching balls, stretching them down low."I'm going to show you that cumming has a price, but since you love me and you want to cum you will take it and ask for even more..."She. "You clean it out and put the stuffing inside and then you put it in a pan with a little bit of broth and baste it every half hour or so until it is done cooking." That sounded simple enough.Cade smiled at Ashley, "Maybe you can help your mom," and then he walked over and gave Callie a squeeze, "Just do the best you can Cal. We'll eat it no matter how it turns out."Callie clung to him when he hugged her. It was more affection than he usually showed her. "But it was so expensive," she lamented,. In doing so, she pulled her left arm, spraining it. She tried to continue, but the pain was severe, I escorted her to the on site clinic to make sure she had not damaged anything. The nurse told us, it looked like it was just a bad sprain, maybe a warm shower then a massage. One problem we found was no openings were available for a massage, but not a problem, I had worked as a masseuse prior to graduation, and I still had a portable table, that could be set up quickly. Besides my husband was.