"Nervous?" whispered Misty as the first contestant, finished his poem and left the stage to thunderous applause."A bit," admitted Miranda, digging out...her scarred poetry book, "But I don't mind not winning. It's your opinion that matters, not a panel of judges."Misty smiled, clinging to Miranda's arm again and resting her head on the courier's shoulder. "Thanks," she said, her face becoming flushed, "And it'll be nice to finally hear this mysterious poem of yours." Well, let's just say I almost. With a pelvis movement, you sink into my cock. You ride me, I feel you in heaven and am then a single stake of desire. My hands roam your body, your breasts, your neck, your buttocks. You lower yourself on me and come to kiss me, I **** your hips to extend this penetration. I huddle around me. You groan.It is then that we rock and you find yourself under me, your legs come encircled mine, your arms are around my neck, I slip a hand on your ass while penetrating you with envy. What a pleasure !. From now on you call me Daddy – understand?” The capital ‘D’ was important to me as it was to himOh wow. I was deep into sub territory now. Time to make a stand? Or was this what I really wanted?“Yes Daddy” I said knowing it had nothing to do with fatherhood and everything to do with the submission of me to him.“OK now get your clothes on and we’ll go to Daddy’s house. If you are really a virgin arse, we have to start breaking you in. And I see potential in you with dressing up. I think you. Let’s get inside now, for it is cold outside.”They went through to the living room, where Sidra was excitedly telling the other ladies what her mother had said.“So, she is coming tomorrow! My ammi will be free!”Prudence admonished her, “Sidra, don’t celebrate too soon. There might be some slip-up on the way, or your father might not go to work, or your mum might take sick, or whatever. Wait until she is actually here, before you celebrate.”Sidra calmed down. “I get you, Prudence. I will.