Again, he found himself taking another draw from the cigarette, and realized that it didn't hurt, like he'd thought it would. It felt kinda weird, but...it didn't hurt. It tasted funny too. He'd expected it to taste horribly foul and disgusting, but it wasn't. At least not completely. It tasted strange to him though, and he couldn't help himself from sitting there, smoking the cigarette and drinking coffee, feeling helpless and trapped. After a little while, he snubbed the cigarette out, and got. .wet..in my panties. I squirmed uncomfortably, looking Daddy in the eyes. Suddenly, his pupils got very large and he blinked slowly, tightening his grip on my waist. "Kristin, I can smell you. You smell like sweet spring rain. Are you ok, babygirl? Is Daddy frightening you?" he asked me, looking into my eyes as his became dark pools of..well...something sinister, some part of Daddy I'd never seen until now."Daddy..I'm confused. What smell?" I questioned, looking down & noticing a bulge under. "This made my already-stiff cock even more turgid: I love nothing more than fucking Catholic females. Even in the throes of orgasm, they always look properly ashamed and fearful of God's wrath.I rose from the couch and approached her. The look of raw terror in her eyes as I unzipped my jeans, exposing my throbbing dick, was intoxicating. "Well, Catholic girl," I said, "I guess it ain't working today." With that, I put my hands firmly on her soft, alabaster shoulders and pushed her to her knees.. "It was commissioned by a man of great wealth, though not of his own making. He had married his money, though his bride was not appealing to him. She is extremely jealous and watches him closely. He finds little satisfaction in engaging her sexually, and does so rarely. He explained that he has found no way to sneak away to another woman due to her vigilance and thus commissioned this, a substitute that he could keep successfully hidden. Sadly, I was not able to fulfill his directives, and will.