He was of the "let her figure it out" school of reading. He had the patience to sit there all night if needed, asking what sound this letter made, put...ing the word together, sound by sound until I had it. I remember the time the words "rough", "thought" and "through" were on the same page. I'm sure Daddy does, too.The thing I remember most is the feeling of being the only thing that mattered to my Daddy when I'd be on his lap, his arms around me. Talk about security.Humpty Dumpty, Jack and Jill. Twice the large Negro came in with a tin bowl full of food - rice and vegetables - which he left with her. She supposed that she was meant to drink water from her tap and hoped that the water was clean and safe around here.Three times young Arab girls appeared at the door of her cell, staring at her and giggling before running lightly away. She tried speaking to them but none of them seemed to understand her English. She saw that they were barefoot, stripped to the waist and only wore a thin,. As she rubbed my cock became very irritated due to friction. By the time she stopped it was red raw yet I dared not complain. The next thing I know I was handcuffed. A kick into my balls had be reeling in pain as she gagged me. I sometime fantasized about light bondage but this was going way beyond my limits. She slipped on a condom to by cock and to my surprise began guiding it to her pussy. It felt sensational at first, he tight pussy tantalising every nerve in my cock slowly my cock became. ”She had confided more to Rachel after class one day. “Between ourselves, I moved here because of a guy, but stayed because of a job. Always have a Plan B, Rachel, just in case Plan A flakes out on you.”“So why England?” Rachel had pursued. Kyla had been sitting cross-legged on a desk, lovely in a print dress, hair d****d over one shoulder in a long ponytail. Rachel had imagined her teaching some kind of Hawaiian beach class in a bikini and sarong, the very fact that she could conjure up such.