At times, putting up with a flock of cackling girls for days on end, was onerous. Other times it was a virile man’s visual smorgasbord glimpsing all...that prettiness.All in all, it was worth it, though. Kara was definitely a daddy’s girl and she exploited the fact that she had me wrapped around her finger. When her sixteenth birthday arrived it all came together exactly the way she wanted. Kara deserved it and the truth was I loved it.We had a great relationship. Part of me was sad at the. ” She flicked through the dossier and was pleased to find the woman who now stood over him, depicted posing with a whip over a portly gentleman, having her smirk with satisfaction.“ ... and I’m sure these ladies will be keen to oversee just and deserved punishment served upon you ... this does shed a new light on your tenure under my control”. The woman who stood over him, thoroughly enjoyed her dominant life in secret, and was aroused at having any male at her feet, but this was a thrill. One guy nearby me had one that had to have been over twelve inches long and about three or four in diameter. He was huge.Now I knew that my wife was about to be stretched beyond anything that she had ever experienced before. The bartender stepped up between her legs. He adjusted a strap and then produced a control device. I heard a whirring and my wife's legs began to spread wide. Wider and wider they went.Then, her knees started to come up. Her heels were coming in close to her ass. The rods. .forever. Will there be a notice in the yearbook just to fade away like a leaf in the breeze. As I contemplate all these decisions I wonder what will happen to the four that I always tried to make proud. Would they care? Would they cry even shed tear at my demise, or would they just move on since my death is a joke to them just like my love and their's for me. As I decide whether to end my existance or not I look out to the stars and hope that someone out there can ease my pain before it.