Oh here’s another item. Almost everyone I introduce you to, I will only offer their first name, so like the man coming over is named Chuck you will ...ot know his last name unless someone accidently says it. As far as you are concerned Chuck is his only name and you will address him as Mr. Chuck or Mr. Chuck sir. Got that?”When you’re not with me you’re free to do whatever you want. You can blow anyone you want except those people I introduce you to, but just know I want a full accounting of who. I knew they referred to me as the “Ball Breaker.” I didn’t care. I got results. I was fair and I took good care of them. Everyone wanted to work on my projects. They were clean. I paid on time, and never haggled over price once we agreed on specifics. I loved what I did, and I was good at it. I laughed and joked with them and helped them with the women in their lives. But it was lonely and it was making me something I didn’t want to be. Being around men all day was hard when there wasn’t one to. Every time he looks at me I see pride gleaming in his gorgeous hazel eyes. My heartbeat quickens whenever he looks at me. When I went down to the kitchen, dinner was on the table and it smelled like heaven. I sat down at the table across from Daddy and dug into my plate. I noticed him watching me eat and he looked a little concerned. "Something wrong, Daddy?" He cleared his throat before he spoke, "No baby, I was just wondering if you'd spoken to your mother lately." I sighed. I didn't want to. My ass was still tender from the spanking I got and my nipples were sore. Lowering my hand, my pussy was sopping wet and sensitive as hell. Rubbing my finger in circles over my clit, why was I so horny? Why was the thought of being made to do something, and having no choice about it, making me so wet? "Fuck him!" I will still do whatever I want, damn it! I laid down on the bed and reached over to get my dildo. I needed no lubrication, so I crammed it into my gash. After about two or three.