"Hey Baby girl. You ready for some more cock?" he said, getting right to the point. "Oh Daddy, I was hoping you would call. I need you Daddy. I need ...hat big cock inside me. I need it so bad." I purred in my sexy baby doll voice. "I got a friend who wants to meet you. We're coming over. Be ready." Daddy said in a strict, matter of fact tone. "Yes Daddy, I'll be ready.Is there anything you want me to wear special?" "High heels, that's all." "Yes Daddy, whatever you want, Daddy." I moaned as I. She slowly stopped crying, a soft sniffle escaping her mouth every few seconds. I slowly pushed her away, gripping her shoulders as I tried to restrain myself as I looked over her bruised skin. “Get on the bed, baby girl, I'll rub some ointment on you to help soothe the bruising.” She nodded turning around and laying on her stomach with her perky ass testing my self control every time I looked at her. Father or not, I could not deny the taboo lust that surged through my veins as I grabbed the. Surely it took more power to ride the bike all over town, than it did to sit at home using the brain for creative thinking, I believed it was called.I walked the mall and found that I had the same energy level, but that I didn't need to force myself to walk at a human's pace any longer. It had become natural to walk at a reasonably fit middle aged lady's pace. In other words I could keep up with the dancer easily, but I no longer needed to fight to keep it down to her pace. The difference was. Her name's Valerie Montworth. Ever heard of her?"Bob choked on his coffee. Of course he'd heard of her. Everyone in the world had heard of Valerie Montworth, Chief Editor of Modern Woman Magazine, one of the largest and most successful periodicals in the world. It had the kind of articles in it that appealed to all different kinds of women. It was a Modern Woman columnist who had been the first woman to be invited into Saudi Arabia to do a piece on what life was like for women there. Somehow.