"Y...yes, Dad?" she said querelously."Don't give me that, you little slut. I shouldn't have to call you more than once." He could see that her frighte...ed eyes were fixed on his penis. "You know what I want you for. You'll do what I tell you. And don't think I'll be tired of that sweet tight pussy anytime soon. You are nothing but your father's cum rag, you got that? You are something for me to shoot my load in. That's it." Tears were glistening in her eyes and threatening to spill over- she. "He's a year older than I am," she'd snap.All the way home I'd suffer for it."Why can't you dress your age," she snapped at me."Are you trying to replace me with some young bitch?" she'd ask."If I catch you fucking around on me, I'll take you to the cleaners," she said."I love you Kathy, I'd never cheat on you," I said."You'd better not," she snapped viciously.This year the coach had decided that some of the assistants should serve as mentors for some of the more promising runners. I was given. We'll resume class with Monday's lecture." You say, as the young woman looks up at you with lavender eyes."Of course professor, I should also let you know that Dorothea would like to speak with you if you have time." Thank you Edelgard." Professor" she gives you a curt nod, lingering for just a moment at your side as the two of you pass into the entry hall, where a massive staircase and columns draw the eye upward. Your gaze is rewarded by the arresting sight of Professor Manuela descending. It is my first story. A bit long but have written it with heart. Positive feedback will be appreciated...] The story revolves around a teenager named Joey who lives with his mother in a small farm. It is situated near the Berg Lake which is close to the Mount Robson of the Canadian Rockies.Joey is not like the normal teenager. Rather than enjoying the luxuries and parental governance that most kids possessin their childhood, Joey was forced to help her mother to earn their livelihood. His.