“Not yet I’m still playing.” The phone vibrates. It’s a text message. I have a voice mail. I check the messege.“Hello ____” can you call m... back please.”I call them back, the line is busy and goes strait to their voice mail. I throw the phone on the bed and get back to work. “I might have to go into work. This always happens, I never get a day off.”“Does this mean you have to stop teasing and ravage me now.”“Yes I’m afraid it does!!”I pull her up strait by her hair, tie her hands together and. I wrote ‘slut’ on my tummy in marker pen for him. He messaged me back immediately and told him what a good girl I was and I felt myself swell with pride. He told me to wear my cage and remain plugged at work tonight and I spent a very difficult evening trying to concentrate on work when all I could think of was what I’d done and how amazingly bad I’d been but how good I felt.When I woke the next day there was a message from daddy.“Go to the mall again, this time I want you to get fucked. Do NOT. I know he’s gonna make you blow me. He told me that he always wanted to watch some bitch he’s fucking, suck-off another dude. Like a fuckin’ pig roastin’ on a spit. But I really hope he lets me at your ass once he’s done with it.” Then he pulled his hand out of my crotch, up my stomach and over my chest, till he reached my chin. He turned my head and forced a kiss on me. But when he tried to shove his tongue in my mouth, I bit-down. He jumped away, yelling, “You fucking bit me!” Knowing. This was a beautiful, romantic box fashioned with red velvet hearts of various sizes and lacy hearts with sentimental sayings that had been delivered by messenger to the school office around 11 am. Miss Blackmon, the secretary, had brought it down to her class immediately because it was ‘just too pretty and too lovely for words’. That was exactly what she gushed at Maria before she left it with her. The front of her gift was labeled ‘Miss Maria. The Most Beloved Teacher in School.’ It amazed.