?I don’t think that you know what you are actually offering sweetie.? He stated, but it came out as a question.?Yes I do, I really do.? I said, not ...eally knowing what I offered, being swept away by the tides of emotions.?Are you serious?? he asked incredulously.?Yes I am!? I responded emphatically.?So, you are willing to be a servant for me???Yes I am!? I responded again.?Well, today I will need to watch you clean the dishes.? he said.He motioned over to the sink. There were only a couple. Danni and I headed to my house.As soon as we were out of the apartment complex, she leaned over and kissed my cheek, her hand went immediately to the crotch of my jeans and started rubbing my cock."Are you going to fuck me and make me your whore this weekend Daddy?" the little slut asked.I smiled like the fox in the henhouse and gave her my affirmative reply, "Yes, I am going to fuck your brains out, and then I am going to fuck you every time we are together. You will be my personal whore from. Ellen is putting all the words to the songs you'll be singing up on it – just remember to sing and not read them." Well that solved one of my major angst problems. I liked Terry and the way he thought. Now, I had only 18,000 others.Crystal liked my outfit too. While I'd been changing, she'd also changed into her onstage clothes she brought in from the bus: really fancy boots that hugged her lower calves and accentuated her curvy legs, a tight skirt that came to mid-thigh and revealed lots of. When Grandma saw it on me, again I must remind you that Granny thought Iwas Carol, she insisted I wear it when we went out for dinner later thatday.I tried on the rest of Carol's dresses; there were a total of five, allpretty. When I was through I hoped that Grandma forgot about me wearingthat grey dress for dinner, but she didn't.Either way it was not a good situation for me. I would be wearing a dressno matter, the one I came in, or the silver one with the diamond patternthat I liked.Well, I.