"Beg me, you little slut," I snarl into your ear, and you respond as a daughter would; obediently."Please, daddy. I want your cock in me. I need you t... fuck me, need you to **** me. Please, please, pleaaaase, daddy," you whine, begging. "Fuck me, daddy, please, please, please..."My teeth are gentle as they tug at your earlobe. "Are you going to be a good little slut for daddy?" I ask softly. "Are you going to be daddy's whore?"The words send shivers down your spine. You nod, licking your lips.. I had dreamt of caressing those lovely extended nipples I'd seen when she got naked. Plus now she'd experienced Lisa and all of her heavenly orgasm- extending supplements!"Lauri, its not even 5 yet and we're due to meet Lisa at 7, lets make love, I do so want to show you how much I care for you," I said. My hands moved around her waist and cupped those marvelous tits."Ummnnngghm," Lauri moaned as I my fingers gently tweaked her stiff nipples. We undressed quickly and retired to our bedroom.I. I think this whole situation is a delightful way of Goddess Eris showering us with chaos!" What?" I wondered aloud."Eris was the Greek goddess of chaos, discord, and confusion," Steph explained. "Supposedly she was the one who started the whole Trojan War, out of revenge. And a lot of freaky counter-culture people mock-worshipped her in the '60s. There's a whole Discordian Bible written about the way to best worship her." It wasn't all mock-worship," Zoe corrected. "The Discordians were largely. It wasn't much of a diner, and the food was only just passable. What the diner did have though was two sexy waitresses that turned out to be the owner's daughters. The owner turned out to be a long lost 'special friend' of my father's.We were all digging into the homemade Irish stew that our waitress had recommended to us. It wasn't very tasty, the meat being chewy and obviously something of a lesser cut. My father thought it might have been horse meat. The bread was homemade, and not bad at.