I had a new friend on here encourage me (I think he is an excellent writer, so I asked for his advice) to write this as if I were writing to my dad an... then to post is "as is". I'd love to hear your comments!Dear DadYou wanted me to write about our first time – or my memories of that first time. I am sure yours are different. I am still not sure what must have possessed you. I remember that was the only time I ever saw you struggle with what you were doing to me – the only time I ever heard. But not hers! Naked on the sheets in a white room in which the metal bed was the only feature. For a moment she shook her head as if to shake the dream from her aching head but all that did was to rattle the chain that ran from her steel collar to the fitting on the frame of the bed. Looking around she saw the high window that led up a deep barred shaft into the daylight. The riveted door with its spy hole and the bare white walls whose monotony was only broken by the angular lines of the. Pretty soon I must have fallen asleep because a bang woke me up with astart. It was the door of my bedroom banging open, and there was my Dadlooking at me with horror and loathing. He was very drunk. I hadforgotten to lock my door! And there was my Dad seeing me dressed inthe flimsiest of nighties with an Alice band in my hair.He lurched across the room and I cowered down in the bed.'What the hell do you think you look like!' he slurred as he roughlypulled my duvet off my bed and exposed me to. "I am particularly carnivorous; although, I will admit to you that I prefer most of my meat cooked. I like fish raw. However, vegetables and fruit are good; a girl has to keep her shape," and with that statement she stretched herself from head to toe. Travis watched with interest as her prominent breasts became more pronounced."You have beautiful breasts," he uttered without thinking and then blushing."I'm glad you like them. You can play with them more after you feed me like you promised," she.