An old immense textile mill was an ever present fixture there, looming over everything and everyone. It sat next to the Thurlow Dam like a fortress on...a hill, or maybe a haunted house that emanated a foreboding shadow over the entire town. It seemed that by the time a young person reached working age, they found themselves working in the mill or had parents who had been for years gone by. It was like a rite of passage, if you lived in Tallassee you eventually found yourself trudging through the. She needed no foreplay and just pulled him on top of her with one hand guiding his boner to the place he’d met the world years before. He was too blown away by the vigor of her screwing that he didn’t even think that his dick had been in there before but under very different circumstances. The thoughts of his father’s cock pumping in that same sex place and spurting the sperm that made him didn’t surface until he’d caught his breath after riding the waves of his mother’s almost violent orgasm. “You’re Daddy is here for you, little girl.”“Hi Daddy. I received your presents. I want to begin my training but I don’t know what all these presents are for.”“OK darling. You’re Daddy will instruct you. First, pick up the collar. Do you know what a collar symbolizes?”Daisy thought for awhile about what she had learned on the internet. “Ownership Daddy?”“Yes, little slut. You now have a Daddy who owns you and cares about you and will always look after you. I want you to get on your knees in. Which in my humble opinion, were her long legs and her tight little butt. She knew I ogled over her, and yet didn't seem to mind parading half naked in front of me, partially dressed. She would sit while watching tv, crossing and uncrossing her legs, occasionally placing her legs on top of mine as we both sat on the couch. She several times even asked me how she looked before she went out clubbing with her friends. A few times, at the dinner table, she.