‘No. No. I’m fine thanks.’ He gave me a kiss and said good night and I stayed up until the dream was out of my head then went back to sleep. Wor...s every time. *’I’m calling you daddy. Daddy. Won’t you be my daddy? Daddy. I need a daddy. Daddy. Won’t you be my daddy? Daddy.’* I loved that song. It was that song wetter by Twista. I played the song as I ironed my clothes for school. I just turned eighteen years old and I live on my own since my parents died and left the house to my name. When. Be a goodlittle girl and start your chores.Please stop whining about your clothes, they are most suitable for yournew age.No you cant grow up and wear adult clothes, it wouldn?t be right, youhave already agreed looking at me in my underwear excites you too muchand we are trying to calm down those nasty thoughts and urges you keephaving. Are you ready to wear stockings and heels and a bra? Are youready to put on lipstick and mascara every day?Is that a shake of your head? No, I thought so. Now. “Sir Richard, perhaps we could go somewhere to talk for a moment,” I said, “somewhere a bit quieter?” I didn’t wait for him to reply, but turned and made my way out of the room, leaving him little choice but to follow, at a discreet distance. Lady Helens back was turned, and so our exit went unnoticed. I led him out into the hall, then through the dining room, and out through the French windows onto the terrace. We were alone outside, but I took him along to the far end of the terrace, round. Aaj faad daaloge kya meri gaand. Tum to mujhe bilkul randi samajhne lage ho. Meine kaha Are ghabrati kyon ho ab jab nangi ho gayi ho to randi banne mein kya sharam waise bhi har aurat ka yeh randi wala time hai. Tum to muture ho ideal woman ke merits to pata hone chahiye, ki subah mom, din mein dost, sham ko lover aur raat mein randi.Mousi boli waise tumhari baat karte gaand fat jati hai par yahan to meri gaand fadne ki baatein aur randiyon ke specialist ban rahe ho. Maine kaha tum bhi to din.