I knew she was doing all of this mostly for my benefit but always thanked her with a deep kiss and saying “I love you”. I was really in love with ...er. More than Jen?, probably not but I knew Jen needed a woman more than she needed me and I needed Becca and, hopefully, she needed me just as much.Roxy had several of those old magazines but after a few weeks, the stash was getting low. I asked Becca “so what after these are gone?”. She replied “we'll get some more”. I asked “of these?”. She said. The overwhelming sense of sadness returned. A moment later it was gone, replaced with a sense of happiness and wonder.?How are you doing that, Daddy?? I asked, giggling. This time I didn't question the oddness of the moment. I embraced it.?That’s Daddy’s secret, my lovely little bimbo.? Daddy smiled and kissed my forehead. ?But you should know, the dumber you are, the happier I will be.??Does it really make you happy that I am dumb?? I asked. I felt dumb for asking and that made me happy.?It. I did it all again before setting out for the salon where as soon as Ihad arrived they checked my body all over, well almost all over forhairs and pronounced me clear. Then they washed my hair and started onwhat they called a perma-wave, gave me a manicure and a pedicure makingsure my fingernails were kept to the same length and coloured thempurple, adding a sprinkle of glitter as they dried. They cleaned offand re-did my makeup, thinned my brows even more and painted my lipspurple to match my. He opens it and it was the manager form the bar. Skippy said what's up and he replied her to see your wife as she let me the address on this napkin. He lets in this young gentleman an I'm sitting on the sofa in lingerie an he was like holy shit. I said glad you could make it an offered him the seat next to me. Skippy sits in the chair across from us. I turn to the k** an put me hand on his leg an move his onto mine. I take mine an start to rub his cock which is very hard. I look over to Skippy.