Together, we create a whole family of turtles before her mommy calls her that it is time to go. You comes over to the box and praises my work and tell... me it is time for us to go too. I pout a little, but then hear my stomach growl a bit, and do realize I am hungry.You hurry us home, put me in my playpen for the first time. I see all the stuffed toys and begin to play and talk with them as you fix our lunch. Oh, now I get to be in the high chair. The tray pushed up against me, you bring over a. “Ohhhhh. . . suck me, big man, suck my clit. . . please. . . “ she moaned.“Beg me, child!!” he shouted, after raising his head from her twat.“Yes. . . yes. . . I beg you, please, suck me. . . please!” she implored.“Who’s your daddy, mistress Blum?” he insisted.“You, big boy. . . you. . . you’re my daddy. . . my master!”“And who’s my child, mistress Blum?”“I. . . I’m your child, daddy,” she cried insanely. “You made me your child, daddy, your little slave. . . lick my clit, daddy, lick it now .. "Not that I'd know myself, of course, never having struck a blow in anger in my life! Now eat up, you two, and get those clothes off! Give me and Estella a thrill and expose those lovely strong, soon to be battered, bodies to the morning chill! Early morning is such a good time for fighting, with the air still cool. So hurry up and we'll all get along to the wood. I'll say this, Clemmy, you've got the advantage fighting in bare feet. Yours must be pretty tough I should think. I haven't seen you. They just watched this beautiful woman slowly falling apart.On Sunday afternoon, I rode my bike past her house on my way back from a friends' place and Ellie was standing outside, watering her flower beds. She wore a pair of Lycra shorts and a black halter top. The shorts were so tight I could see the outline of her cunt.“Hi, Carla. Could you do me a favor?” I stopped and said, “Sure, I guess.” This close, I could see that her face showed signs of crying. Even under her perfect makeup, her eyes.