Those are my standard times. But I also like if I can take care of myself either before or after dinner too. On the weekends I still do it before and ...fter sleeping, but everything during the day is up in the air, it depends on what we have going on.”“I see”, she nodded thoughtfully, “that’s a good plan, and so far we’ve done a pretty good job sticking to that routine haven’t we?” She seemed proud of herself, “I took care of it last night before bed, then this morning when you woke up, and we. She sat back and opened the last two buttons of her blouse, saying, "You may think you're a strong man, Mouse, but I'm on top now, and you are my toy, and I want you to beg for it. Beg for me to touch you. Beg for me to let you touch these breasts. Beg for me to kiss you more. Beg for me to take your little cock in my tight pussy!" I gave her two answers, one verbal, and one physical. "I beg your pardon for giving you the impression that I am yours to take." I used the strength of my arms to. “Merry? Merry? Is that you?” I practically yelled into the phone.“Oh, thank God,” she said, the relief in voice obvious. “Daddy, Donna’s dead. She was killed this afternoon in a car crash. Oh, Daddy, I’m so glad I found you. Daddy, I need you.”And with that she broke down and wept. The next voice I heard was an officious-sounding lady from the Orange County Sheriff’s Department who gave me the details about where they were and how I could meet with them. Merry was going to be staying with her. It's dark and smoky with the low ebb and flow of conversation and the sharp clack-clack of a game of pool going on in the back. It's just like a thousand thousand bars across the country, only there don't seem to be any men here. Nothing keeps them out. There's no bouncer, no sign saying "Y Chromosomes Stop Here" outside the door. I suspect men do come in from time to time, maybe have a beer, then figure out that they don't belong and leave. But, it's not a lesbian bar. There are no lesbian.