..........For crying out loud. Act your age. There is noSanta!Sometimes I worry about you!!! Now go and get some work done!!!The urine sampleOne time ... got sick and landed in hospital. There was this one nurse that just drove me crazy. Every time she came in, she would talk to me like I was a little child.She would say in a patronizing tone of voice, “And how are we doing this morning?” Or “Are we ready for a bath?” or “Are we hungry?”I had had enough of this particular nurse. One day at. She’s sometimes talked about her S&M sex sessions as some kind of a badge of honour and I’ve witnessed the perverse pleasure she gets from putting herself in harm’s way. Perhaps she’s decided that instead of being metaphorically beaten up by those who don’t like her championship of Rock Music orthodoxy, she’d rather be attacked for taking the radically opposed view that, after all’s said and done, the truest and purest manifestation of the Great Rock & Roll Dream is to be found in the much. ”Catherine came down the stairs. “What’s the matter?”“Claire’s gone,” Ellen said, “and we don’t know where.”“Some last minute shopping in Grange?” asked Clare Junior forgetting it was Christmas Eve and all the shops would be long since closed.“I’ve got a text,” John said as he emerged from the living room. “She says she’s gone to help with the homeless hostel.”“Dad’s Hostel?” Catherine asked. John nodded.“Oh hell!” groaned Philip. “She’s too tired to drive all that way! She’s been up since. . god...Daddy!" I whined."Do you like that princess? Do you like Daddy fucking your tiny little cunt with his fingers?" Yes Daddy!" I managed to splutter out. My pussy was on fire and God help me I wanted Daddy to put the fire out. He pushed another finger into me and my pussy clenched around his fingers now pushing and pulling out of my little pink fuckhole. “Oh god Daddy!”I was still leaning over the counter but I couldn’t move. Couldn’t turn around to see my Daddy. Couldn’t move to see what.