It got to where if he wasn't there in my room fast enough I'd be screaming for him way before I should have been. I couldn't sleep at all without my d...ddy's fat finger sliding in and out of my tiny cunny every single night. I even dreamed of it when he'd be gone again. It got to where he knew I was not having bad dreams, but instead just waiting to feel him stroking my little clitty. He sometimes smiled and I could tell he enjoyed what I liked him to do to me.One night my daddy came to my room. We’ve been flirting and drinking all night. He’s a tall, good-looking Irishman in his late forties. He was a police captain in Weymouth until he decided to run for state representative a few years back. Now, he’s a member of the Massachusetts State Senate. The man has ambition to spare. Nothing wrong with ambition, I guess. Unfortunately, he’s got no conscience whatsoever. Yeah, the good senator is a sociopath. More than that, he’s involved in a plot to unseat the current governor and. She smiled back at me. "Thank you, it felt good to be cooking for my man again. Shall we go for a walk?" Fancy a drink?" Good idea. Yes, I'd love one."It felt unreal to be walking with my wife's arm through mine. In fact, simply strolling in the warm evening air felt surreal. A couple of Spitfires, flying low en route to the nearby airfield, startled me but Penny's hand in mine reassured me and I grinned ruefully, "Sorry." Don't be, it'll take time, David.”People stopped us to say hello and how. “What about the donkey?” the innkeeper asked. “I won’t keep feeding a worthless beast.” A guard dropped a lead rope into Steven’s hand and in moments Steven found himself in the street holding a lead rope, his pack and staff. “And don’t come back!” exclaimed the innkeeper as he slammed the door of the stable.Steven stumbled after the guards who continued to push him toward the city gates. At the gate, they pushed him out and yelled, “Don’t come back to Byzatica, either,” said the guard.“Wait a.