But Matt would never make me beg for anything. There’s this fantasy I have where for once I’m not shy or soft spoken. In the fantasy I’m a sly l...ttle tease, one who flips her hair and gives those come hither looks. And I’m someone who can make Matt quake with wanting me so badly. In my mind I’ll be wearing a short little skirt and a pair of barely there panties and I’ll accidentally bend too far over in front of him. I’ll wear a blouse with several buttons undone to give just enough of a hint. Once inside i headed straight to the bed. I spun steve so he was facing away form the bed and pushed him back indicating i wanted him to sit. i stood there, facing down at him while we continued to make out, my boobs now right in his face. he pulled up on my shirt and i helped him take it off. his hands instantly returning to find my bra strap where he struggled momentarily to get it undone. I felt a third hand on my back, knowing then that Charles was helping his bother with the clasp. my bra. " Chelsie managed to stammer, "B-B-But Daddy-" before, SMACK!!! I slapped her so hard it sent her flying off the bed. Lifting her by the throat, I Slammed her back onto the bed and roared in her face, "ENOUGH CUNT! YOUR MEATHOLE BELONGS TO THEM UNTIL IT'S MORNING OR UNTIL I SAY STOP. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, SLUT! YOUR NOTHING BUT A FILTHY WORTHLESS WHORE. I HATE YOU, AND YOU COMPLETELY DESERVE EVERY SINGLE PAINFUL SECOND OF THIS, YOU LITTLE VILE CUNT?" There wasn't a peep out of her lips as she. I chose to sit at the kitchen table while she worked.“I think that is an excellent idea,” Maurine said.“Maurine did you ever have a nickname?” I asked.“My dad and my uncles used to call me little Mo. There was someone famous called Big Mo. I guess they chose it because my name kind of sounded like Mo,” she said.“I remember that nickname. He was a baseball player from the old days, I think,” I said it with a laugh.“If he was from the old days, you should be sure,” she said. “And yes I’m joking.