I like talking with you and doing things with you. When you're gone, I miss you. Even before all this... When you'd leave, I'd miss you so much."I too... a deep breath and sighed, rubbing my hands on his chest."I swear, I never thought of you this way before any of this happened," he said plaintively. "I swear to God, I didn't." Then he placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them gently. He looked down between us at my hands clinging to his chest. "It's like that door being opened," he. First, I’d take off yourtop and your skirt if you don’t want to getit….messy…shall we say. I always use mine tocushion my knees.” I nodded. Second, some of them askfor some pussy, it doesn’t usually happen, they usuallywait till we all are on the couches and such back therebut you should be ready for it, just in case.” I noddedagain. “Third, make this the last time you ever do thisbecause you really are fucking with some hardcorepeople here,. I slowly undid my white lace dress and let it drop to the floor as I removed the underwear I had on…it wasn’t sexy enough for Daddy’s eyes. I slipped on the bra and then the thong. I stood in front of the mirror and examined my appearance…a redhead stared back at me, her hair falling just below her shoulders, and her eyes held excitement. The red underwear complimented her hair, and her black hold ups matched her heels. Daddy called up from the bottom of the stairs, “do you like your present. “Why?”“She deserved it.”“How about food? Bathroom?”“I took her out twice a day.”“I would have peed myself.”“That’s not something I would mind.”“Was this in here?” and I pointed at “my” cage.“Yep," he smiled. “But if it helps, it’s been cleaned since.”Somehow, I hadn’t altogether taken in the fact that I wasn’t the only one, that there was a system, something that was done regularly and as a norm. I had experienced each minute as something unique, something particular and special just for me..