That’s what I’ll do.’ Edward Benedict was a small man, but for a man with a diminutive presence, he had big ideas, bigger dreams, and larger asp...rations. For such a small man, barely 5’5′ tall and weighing 130 pounds, except for his size, everything else about him was big. With millions of square feet in area, he owned the biggest building in the city and one of the biggest buildings in the state. Even his car, the only luxury he afforded himself, other than the splendor of his house, was a new. I creap silently to you and put my hand over your mouth and tie your hands to the bed post with my other hand.You wake up and start struggling, "be quiet and you won't get hurt, you might even enjoy it" I tell you. You see the glint of a knife lying on the table and decide it's best to cooperate. " I'm going to move my hand now, so be a good girl and relax and do as I say" you nod your head in agreement. Your body is trembling as I take the knife and cut the straps on the nighty you're wearing,. " She was looking him straight in the eyes, even though his were mostly on her breasts. "I need to be hurt. I need to be punished, because I am going to fuck this guy. I'll fuck you too," she said then. "Damn, I should hope so!" Ray said. "But why would you want--" "Do it," the girl said. "Hit them. Hit them hard." Ray shrugged. "What the hell, baby," he said. "It's your funeral." Then, more quickly than I could have expected, he raised his right hand, drew it back, and. ......inside .........me...............!"Daddy had always had enough control that she wasn't quite sure why she'd said this -- perhaps she was just lost in the moment. On the other hand she could feel his legs trembling as they pressed against hers, and she knew his orgasm was not far off. Perhaps his excitement would override his will; he would spend himself inside her and her plan to watch him play with himself would have to be shelved until next time. She thought she could hear him gasping.