‘It really is,’ claimed Evelin. ‘There’s no screaming. No yelling. No whispers.’ ‘There isn’t?’ ‘There really isn’t,’ said the c...ild and turned to look up at him. ‘Dad, why are you crying?’ —==(o)==— There was no night in her cell, no day either. Just damp, old air. They all said she was crazy, but she wasn’t the crazy one, they were. Crazy termites. She hadn’t done anything wrong, why had they stuck her into this place? How long had she been there? In her cell there was nothing to do but. COOL!..That's how he knew I was a piss-slut!...Right Mommy?...Uhhh...Ifsometime when Damian is over, and say Carl takes you someplace for a ****, willit work if I piss in my own face?...I mean, to get Damian to piss on hisfuck-bitch... Will that work Mommy? I want Damian to piss on me every time hefucks me...Can I?...Is that OK Mommy?...You know I'll always be your toilet too,but I'd like everything that sticks a cock in me to piss on me too... That'swhat sluts like me are for!...Right Mommy?". "She visibly struggled to control her movements and was able to almost completely still her movements. With tears in her eyes she asked "Please sir, would you unlock my pussy? I need to urinate." Urinate? Such big words for a little girl. I think the term 'pee' is more appropriate for you. Now ask again, and quit squirming. Oh, and I think it's my pussy, not yours."Now her tears were streaming down her face as she tried again, this time with her head down. "Please sir. Would you unlock your. You give one quick, last pull and I know I'm set. You grasp the side of my head as you walk around me, placing that beautiful penis just out of reach of my mouth. I lick my lips and gaze up at you with hungry eyes. "Please, may I have it?" I ask. "Where?" You respond as you barely trace the head of your cock along my lips. "My mouth master, please." I beg. You give me a half smile and reward my desire to serve you by coming just that one step closer so that I can wrap my watering mouth around.