Whoever was knocking clearly wanted someone's attention, I sighed heavily as I made my way back downstairs.The instant my feet reached the bottom step...the knocking ceased and an envelope fell through the slot. I approached it slowly, I felt almost as if the letter itself had been knocking for me. I picked it up and read the bold letters printed upon it 'John Blake'. Whoever posted it knew where I lived and obviously knew my name. I could feel there was something in there, slightly heavier than. In a hoarse but squeaky voice I asked him, "What do you wantme to say?'He smiled and said that it was good that I was able to develop sound.He said that my vocal chords were weak from non-use, and that is why Iwas hoarse and squeaky. He told me he would send me home and not rewiremy mouth shut, but to take it easy on the voice. "Keep it to shortwords and sentences" he said."How long?" I squeaked.He said that is the nice part of it. My body would tell me. If I overdid it, it would hurt. . She had beautiful tits, not large but firm with protruding nipples. Her pussy was shaved in a V-shape pointing to her pussy. I helped myself to her nipples before she sat on the edge of the bed opening herself, inviting me to suck her clit. Unlike Harry, she came twice before we had finished. She complimented me. "Oh Stella, you are so good at this. I think you are going to be a great fuck for my husband. Let me take off your clothes if you don't mind."I was naked and on the bed when Harry. I'm in the middle of college." So?" So? So, I don't need a boyfriend right now," I said. "I'm a little busy, okay?" Well, he's coming over and I'm glad you're coming home. It's perfect," he decided for me, like he always does. "I gotta go. Love you." Perfect? Love you too, Daddy." I hung up, frowning over that word.I knew my dad well enough to know he hadn't invited that new guy over, not yet, it had just popped into his mind and he was making like it was all fate or something. I'd found that.