Going a bit higher every time. “You know Lace, I can’t stop thinking about you, and the fun we had the other day” he said smoothly. He leaned ov...r and kissed my neck, slowly making his way down my collar bone.I laid back onto the bed. My head was spinning with nervous excitement. He got up so he was now sitting beside me on the bed. He noticed my hard little nipples poking out from my nightie. He gently reached out and began touching my breasts. Then he progressed to gently pinching my nipples. He wants to wait another couple of weeks. He’s still afraid of infection.”I sighed, “Yeah, I know.” In truth, her calling me ‘sweetie’ stung a little. That’s what my mother had called me when I was young. Of course, I wasn’t about to say anything to her about it. She was, after all, doing so much for me, she had the right to call me anything she wanted.“Bobby, since we cut down on the meds, you’re feeling better. I can tell. And sweetie ... it’s okay. Don’t worry. I understand.”And with that,. She ate the rest of her dinner leaning against my shoulder. I managed to fight back the tears, barely, but several others at the table weren’t as successful.When Walt found me an hour after dinner, he just rolled his eyes and grinned. I was sitting on the big couch in the formal living room. Stella and Cheryl had me bookended; Nicole was in my lap. The other girls were either on the couch with us or had pulled up parts of the sectional sofa from the opposite wall to make the couch wide enough. . . I . . . what?" Patrick asked confused."Yer Daddy's boy now. You live with Daddy. You obey Daddy. Yer Daddy's little toy." No. I have to . . . I've got to . . . what's happening?" Yer givin' yerself to Daddy. Daddy's gonna train you and make you a happy little slut. And we're gonna start yer trainin' now, honey." But I . . . but . . . what?" Patrick was babbling and frantically looking around the room."Just relax, baby, and listen to Daddy." Zeke said soothingly."Stand up, bitch!" Zeke.