Actually I knew her as Ginger until we became reacquainted here."Of course I became a rebellious child, though I learned restraint over time. Mother s...ggested it, and the viciousness of the paddling gleefully administered by the matriarch using a professional dominatrix paddle promoted quieting my anger."A devout tomboy, the matriarch tried to fit me into genteel dresses. I played the spoiled brat enough to make an agreement: if she let me study martial arts instead of piano--I worked really. She was proud of what Daddy taught her - how to make him happy, how to please him the way mommy never did anymore. And Daddy always made her feel good too. She loved to curl up naked against him all night - something they could never do at home. She loved the sounds of pleasure he made when she made the white stuff come out of him.But, tonight she had other thoughts on her mind; things that Daddy had talked about but never done, at least not to her. Tonight she wanted him to.The nights up here. Eddie then slid his little boy tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. It tasted amazing.We moved to the living room and started making out. Eddie took off his shirt and reattached his lips to me. I slowly moved my hands down his gorgeous chest to his “V” shaped abdomen and stuck my thumb in the elastic band of his gym shorts and slowly pulled them down. His 3 and a half inch boner was popping out through the hole in his boxers. As I took the little boy meat in between my thumb and index. She was wearing a loose, sleeveless top and a short denim skirt. I put my hand inside the top and felt her breasts.Aster’s right hand found my bulge and squeezed it gently. Having established that there was an erection present she outlined it with her fingers.“For the next hour or two,” she said, “I am completely yours. Love me and I will love you back. Do anything and I will reciprocate. Don’t hold back. I believe in adoring and being adored, so adore me, Vic.”As she said it, she slipped off.