"No, daddy. Not since my birthday when you gave me my first *special* story. I want special bedtime stories every night now."My wife laughed and told ...e, "This is your own fault. I told you she would get hooked. Now get your butt upstairs, and make it an amazing bedtime story. And you better not stop until she is completely conked out."Outnumbered and outgunned, I had to accept defeat. I stood up, kissed my wife, and followed my daughter upstairs. Despite my verbal complaint, I was also. I rebuff him, but he won’t take no for an answer, his hands now touching my legs. “Hey! That is enough, she’s not interested in you. Now leave her alone or I’ll have to have you removed from the Bar.” It’s Tameka, fronting the drunk out, standing in front of him with her arms folded, looking like she means business. She stares him out for a few moments before he backs off, muttering something incoherently as he goes back to his friends on the other side of the room. “Are you alright, Danni? I. I walked down the hall to the elevator and back to our room, my heart beating in my chest and my cock hard as I replayed the sight of Anita looking back at me as that lucky nigger pulled her into his room. The look on her face when she saw how big his cock was pressing against his pants and feeling how wet her pussy got was making me crazy with jealousy and lust.I sat down in the chair and looked out over the city lights.I could now have the vision of Ana there in his room, kissing him. Then I cut the nylon strap around her wrists and pulled the last plastic pipe out.Mom said, “Please don’t show those pictures of me to anyone.”I smiled and said, “I won’t as long as I can take more and fuck you whenever I want too.”Mom laughed and said, “Whenever you want too. Your father had that same agreement with me. It started out to be ten or fifteen times a week at first but then it was down to once or twice a week when he took off with that woman.”That woman, as Mom referred to her was.