Tara never got to meet her dad, he took off when she was just a few months old, making Jane take Tara to a babysitter as she went back to work earlier...than she planned.The good thing was Tara's babysitter was just across the hall of their apartment building. See the building Tara and Jane lived in was a very old building with cracked walls in the hallways and some graffiti on the less visited floors. The building was always dirty, since the building owner didn't think it was worth the money to. He rubbed my back as I began to cry softly. “It’s alright, Honey. You just need a little help. Let’s go in the bathroom and clean out that bottom of yours”.Cradling me in his arms, he carried me down the hall to the bathroom. He stood me up on my feet and told me to get into the tub on hands and knees.Daddy reached under the sink to retrieve the enema bag and sat down beside the tub. Taking a container out, he scooped a blob of lubricant and spread it over my anus. Gently, he began to work the. I found them erotic and enjoyed the graphic nature on how they would fuck me. I masturbated often to those and imagined being bent over and having them fuck me over and over. I wrote back and the role-playing online began. One guy, in particular, was very seductive in his writing skills. Even though he never sent a picture of his cock to me. He was extremely passionate and used his words well to swoon me. We would exchange lengthy emails a few times a day. The role-playing was amazing, just. It had several layers and came down just past the bottom of her ass. I could see a slight discoloration and twin puckers where her nipples were trying to push through the fabric. When she moved, I noticed matching panties with several horizontal rows of frill across her backside. I wondered if they would be comfortable when sitting, but then I don't suppose that's what it was designed for."So, did you get your bra taken care of?" Yes, thank you." I don't get it. You've got a drawer full of bras.