You will eat my cunt, I will cum all over your face and you will leave. Is that clear?Typing such words made me feel powerful. I wished I could see he... face when she read them.This time her return text took almost five minutes; I was just beginning to wonder if I'd been too aggressive with my demand, when she replied.Yes, I understand.I texted back, relieved I was right:Good pick me up after school. 3:20. I will text you the address. Don't be late!I didn't know or even care whether she was. Phir wo boli are tum kursi pe kyo baithe ho? Tum bhi yaha aakar bistar pe let jaao. Hum lete lete baat karte hai. Iss bahane shayad mujhe nind aa jaye aur jab main so jaaun to tum bhi apne kamre me jaa ke so jaana.Maine jhijhakte hue kaha Nahi maamiji main yahan thik hu. Maamiji uththi aur mera hath pakad ke bistar pe le jaate hue boli are Sharma kyo raha hai. Cha lab chup chaap bistar pe let jaa. Tu aise kursi pe baitha rahega to mujhe achcha nahi lagega. Mujhe lagega main bewajah tujhe. The only bad memory was mom getting sick. She fought to stay with us for three years after the doctors diagnosed her cancer but finally died. I was twenty three at the time and while I was devastated, dad was almost destroyed. It took him several years to recover and I believe that since then, he was just marking time till he could join her. But she would be furious at him if he had just given up. He knew it too so he stayed.Now it seemed that his time had come fair and square. He had cancer. 'Oh My God' I suddenly imagined. 'What if it's NOT Daddy and it's hubby coming home early from work? How would I explain this?'I stopped breathing and nervously waited...…Then, His voice sliced through the silence in the room:"Good Girl" I heard Him say. "I will reward your obedience... eventually, but first, lower your utters to the bed and arch your back. Present your holes to Me. Show Daddy how proud you are of your new tail."'Utters?' I asked myself. 'Did Daddy just call my breasts U T T E.