‘Hmmm, cheap clothes, maybe some fish-net stockings perhaps?’ Mr. Samuel enquired. ‘Yes,’ we both answered in unison. ‘Lots of make-up and m...ybe some lipstick to surround that big cock in her mouth?’ Mr. Samuel gleefully prodded us. Again, we both agreed. Mr. Samuel pushed the button of his computer a couple of times to re-enforce his control over us. I could feel myself wanting to please him – wanting to obey him, and to serve his needs no matter what the cost. ‘Ted, you like seeing a slut –. Then I'll encourage them do anything their nasty pedo brains can think of to you and you'll just beg me and beg me to let them do even more to prove how much you are addicted to me. I've got such delicious plans for you, you worthless slut."As she heard Madison's lust induced ravings, Julia became ever and ever more terrified. But her stark terror faded to nothingness as if a light switch had been thrown when she smelled the little girl arousal emanating from the fourteen year old's wet, hot. Of course with my smart phone.The darkness came and I sat by the fire enjoying some slight dizzyness from the weed. It was a nice "happy weed" and I was feeling great!And now, dear reader, I guess you imaginge a wooden princess to appear, for me to fuck? No no....Sitting there, the phone rang. My wife.I answered:* "Hi baby"/ "Hi darling"* "How is life in the big world? Enjoying hotels instead of beeing home with me?"/ "Dork, you know I hate to be away for the weekend. What are you up to? You. We fitted together quite well, got on with our work, shared the chores and, more and more often, she snuggled up to me in the evening. She would kiss my cheek as she headed off to bed. I was happy she was so comfortable with me, but...She wore a simple maternity dress for the ballet; I wore a dark suit. She tucked her arm into mine and walked demurely beside me. As we entered the auditorium, I glanced down and our eyes met because she was looking up at me and smiling.The concert wasn't nearly.