I felt my soft skin break and i screamed again, before he slapped my thigh getting me to stop. Then he picked me up and threw me on the bed. He rubbed...his fingers on the outside of my pussy, making me quiver for more. “Daddy, please, please, please go inside me,” I pleaded.“Beg for it,” he told me, cracking a smile, enjoying my pain. “Beg for your reward, my little slut.”I screamed. “Daddy please, i want you in me, i want you inside me, fuck my pussy, daddy fuck me hard, make me scream for. But first I have to show him that I have changed, that I love him and want to be the best wife to him that I can be. She even thought of telling him the truth today because the guilt was eating her up. But, no, she couldn't. Call her desperate, call her pathetic. If fighting for the man you loved using whatever hand fate dealt you was a sin, then so be it. No matter how guilty she felt for being so manipulative, she couldn't let herself cave in just yet. She just couldn't.Pulling her hair back. He had been working on all three speeches for me and there had been several phone calls and emails. I had read through tonight’s several times. There would be time for several run-throughs using the teleprompter.We had just finished lunch and left the boys at pool when General Ingram texted that I was needed on MTAC. The girls were getting towels and other things together so we could suntan. I sent them on ahead, telling them I would be along after I finished the video call.‘‘The Iranian’s are. My madness was taking over my usual calm persona. I now have my belt tied tight around your neck, as I look deep into your eyes. Are you going to be a good girl and do what daddy says! Yes Sir, you said! Still your words didnt convince me. Two hours prior to your arrival, I set the oven to broil, so I could rest your ass on top of the stove while I ate your pussy. Still bruised from your beating, the heat from the stove drove you mad, as I began to have my supper. Your pussy tasted very.