The poor dear was gone before your fifth. No one had ever seen a cancer spread so fast before.Well your father ... He just didn't know how to deal wit... it. He did love her. Even if he wasn't in love with her. However, when she died, it did something to him. He was never the same. That's why he got the nanny for you and then when you turned eight he sent you to a boarding school. I tried to talk him out of it but I just couldn't get through to him. It was as if he didn't want to feel any more. “You’re my little fuck toy. Say it. Tell me you want to be my fuck toy.”“I’m your fuck toy, sir.”He slapped her ass with a sharp crack and growled. “Say it like you mean it, slut!!” He thrust even harder.Already in the throes of a growing orgasm, she screamed, “I’m your fuck toy Mr. Michaels. I want to be your fuck toy Master. I want to be your fuck toy forever!! Oh fuck I’m your FUCK TOY!”He thrust fully into her and her pussy spasmed. They were both cumming. She could feel the heat. He dare not hope for something that could never be. She was gone. She couldn't get him out of her mind. The last time she saw him and the way he made her feel when he touched her. The last time they kissed, he undressed her, laid her down in their bed, and wrote his name all over her sweet little kitty, so she wouldn't forget who she belongs to: Daddy.John opened the door and saw her beautiful face. Gail's eyes instantly lit up when she saw her father. It had been six weeks since they were last. I select the waterproof mascara; a dense foundation, that will cover bruises, and a lipstick. After I'm done, still nude, I walk upstairs.He has made breakfast. Coffee, toast, scrambled eggs, green peppers and hash browns. I am starving and eat ravenously. I am sitting at the kitchen table. He is fully dressed, in jeans and shirt, and I am bare ass naked. I enjoy the coffee, and have another mug. After I'm done, he asks me to go to the bedroom and put on the clothes he set out for me on the.