She: Haha.Me: Well, you haven’t replied to my last text. Would you let me drape you someday?She: I thought you were kidding. Are you serious?Me: I s...re as hell am. I badly want to see you getting dolled up from your innate beauty.She: Haha. Okay then. If it’s between us, we could make it happen sometime soon.Me: Why soon? I’d love if it happens right away. Tomorrow? What say?She: Okay. Drop by 11 tomorrow morning.Me: I’d be waiting.And then the conversation went on for a few more texts and we. Nur die wenigen Fotos die Papa von ihr hatte erinnerten sie daran, dass sie überhaupt eine Mutter hatte. Nach dem Tod ihrer Mutter musste ihr Vater natürlich umso härter arbeiten und seitdem auch immer öfter auf Geschäftsreisen gehen. Oftmals war er tagelang, manchmal sogar eine ganze Woche weg. Er brachte Emilia alles wichtige bei um sicherzustellen, dass ihr nichts passieren würde.Obwohl sie nur 6 Jahre alt war, wusste sie bereits wie man ein Feuer machte und sich selbst Essen kochte. Eines. Nobody even thinks twice as to her bringing the parts out to me. My wife is in the kitchen helping prepare the food along with my brother-in-law who is getting ready to do some serious barbecuing. She walks out the back door with a big smile and walks briskly to the back house. Holy shit, I thought to myself, was it about to happen right now? I follow behind her through the door and the cot is right there half put together. The door is still cracked open but nobody can see us. She drops the mat. Was she deliberately teasing me by taking her time, or was she building up the nerves to move on to where I waited for her? Then it went quiet.I screamed out, more in surprise as I felt the flogger lash across my back, and heard her laugh to herself before she used the flogger another nine or ten times on my back. She must have removed her shoes in the kitchen and crept up on me before letting me know she was there. I was breathing hard by the time she stopped flogging my back, as she had not.