I'll be in the guest room. I would rather be with you, but you're not as forgiving as I am. Good night my love."Before she had a chance to even try to...add anything, I was down the hall in the guest room. If there was 1 thing I know about Melanie, if she felt she was right she would fight to the death. In this case, she sure wasn't wrong. I knew this would be where I'll be sleeping for a long time. I wanted to argue with her, but I had school and work to deal with tomorrow and needed sleep.I. "Are you getting close?" he asks. "Kind of." "I want you to keep rubbing to the sound of my voice. Close your eyes and imagine I'm right there beside you, that it's my fingers rubbing that swollen little clit. Okay, Princess?" "Okay Daddy." "And when you are about to cum, I want you to let me know. I want you to ask Daddy for permission before you do. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy." "That's my girl. I bet you are dripping wet for Daddy. If I was there I would lick your pretty little pussy until you. For about three months we had sex, almost every day. Ed was getting kind of thinking something was wrong because he and I weren't having much sex as Joe kept me pretty worn out, and Ed liked to fuck alot so when I quit having sex with him, he started asking me why? One night I told him I was fucking Joe, boy that was the wrong thing to say, as he and Joe got into a terrible fight, and the next day Ed put me on the plane for my folks in Los Angeles, and Alaska was history for me. Ed loaded up. "I tried to take a step toward her, but my feet seemed glued to thefloor."Oh and why you can't raise a hand against me. I am your secretMistress, aren't I sissy?" She purred."Yes, you are my secret Mistress," I responded automatically. Thephrase "secret Mistress" made all the life drain out of me. I knew inmy heart she wouldn't do anything to me except what was in my own bestinterest, of course. It only made sense the way she explained it. Womenlike sissies, I am becoming a sissy."You'll feel.