I could talk to Kendra okay. I still had trouble in class, but Kendra was my friend. “You ... come ... stay with us,” I blurted out. “For Thanks...iving.”“I’m not looking for a handout, Arthur. I’ll be fine,” she said.“No. Our friend ... my friend ... please.” I was struggling. Word bubbles kept entering my throat and then popping. “I’ll paint your portrait!” That was it. That was what she wanted and I’d promised. Thanksgiving was a perfect time. Kendra’s head snapped around to look at. Make no mistake - he's not my father. To the rest of the world, he's my fianceé, Mark, but I'm his good (well, mostly good) little girl and he's my Daddy. And I love being his good little girl almost as much as I love all of the grown-up things we do together. But I have to admit, I have a pretty serious obsession with Daddy's cock. Every time his cock is hard, well, there's just nothing else in the whole world that matters. Nothing else has ever made my pussy feel so good as Daddy's cock. And. So instead I turned the tables on him. By not denying anything, I merely said that if he wanted to fuck me he would need your permission.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yes I actually thought he would not have the nerve to seek you out. But even if he did I was confident that you would refuse & bust his chops.’ ‘Oh really? But what if I had approved what then?’ ‘Well in that case, Randy my magnificent stud, I guess I would have had to fuck him & his buddies. After all you are my sex tutor & if you believe fucking. " I didn't know what to do. Everything he was saying was completely true. Was I gay? I couldn't be, I loved fucking my girlfriend and having one night stands. I'd kept sexual relationships from my girlfriend before so that shouldn't be the problem. "Fuck it," I muttered. "I'm glad to hear it. Now, down on your knees." "No way! I am not going to be a submissive." "Well that could be an issue because I'm always the dominant." "That's going to have to change. We'll need to be on a level playing.