" He proceeded to rub and squeeze the towel over his daughter's tits, making sure to pay special attention to the area around the hard nipple."Oh than... you daddy," Jane said while looking down at the way her father was blotting and squeezing the moisture from her blouse. It felt good to her tit too. It felt a lot like it did when Susie massaged her tits to make sure she didn't get chest Charlie horses. Jane had never had one but Susie had explained how bad they can be and how to prevent them.. I slip from the bed carefully, the tiles feel cool against my bare feet. I throw on his old t-shirt, it smells of him; manly and musky. There are holes where it has worn, but I love it. I pad into the kitchen and put the coffee on, he likes his strong and black.As I wait for the drip, drip, drip of the machine, my head begins to race. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page themselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are,. I had spanked her a bit every now and then and tied her up a couple of times. She had enjoyed it, so I guess she figured this submission would just add a bit more of the same - and that's why it seemed like she was going to answer my request in the affirmative. It was, however, the submission part she'd have the most trouble with. She had often enjoyed the idea of being ?forced? to, say, endure a spanking but she would never want to just drop on all fours to be punished, on my command.?I. " Eventually the voices would transition to being quitedemanding. Instead of encouragement or trying to convince Terry to dowhat I wanted, because eventually Terry would already be doing thosethings, they would instead command Terry. Ie. "Terry, you see the wayhe's looking at you? Suck his dick NOW." "Terry, you know he needssome release, impale your ass onto his cock NOW." And every time Terrymet expectations he received a shot of pleasure drugs into his brainTHRUM.It wasn't just.