I suddenly realize that I have forgotten my daddy’s birthday. I love my daddy, he is so good to me. Ever since my mom left he’s raised me and I’...e been his little princess. Of course he still misses my mom. It crushed him when he found out she was cheating on him and she ran away with her lover and left us when I was just a toddler, but we try not to talk about it. I always hate to let him down, and I completely forgot his birthday. I flip the TV off and pace around the room until I hear a car. "You're a brave hero, and she's a beautiful princess. It doesn't matter that those are just made-up characters in your world. What matters is that they're who you are inside. In your imagination you've risked your life to save hers, and from what I know about you, the only reason you haven't done the same thing in real life is that you've never had the opportunity. I've seen the way her eyes light up every time she sees you. You and I both know that you love her, and I'm pretty sure she loves. What the fuck had happened to me. I’ve always had a closet submissive side that only came out in jo fantasies. Today, I surrendered complete control to Zach and I loved it. I let him taking pictures of me on my knees with his cock on my face, of me sucking his dick, and of him cumming on my face. I put my life and reputation in his hands without so much as a second thought. Just thinking about Zach taking control and fucking my face with that monster cock was making me so fucking horny. I was. We could hear labored breathing and suddenly a slight gasp and a male voice saying, "Oh, yes, Sister, suck that hard dick." It was language that I could tell Lacie didn;t understand, and I didn't really. Getting the books off of the shelf, provided us a cinematic view of Father Denolia sitting on the edge of a padded chair, his pants down around his ankles, and a very naked Sister Marcia with his hard male peepee in her mouth, eagerly bobbing her head upon its length. Her head resembled a.