Dorothy was softly crying, “I don’t think she means it dad, but maybe you should go or do something. She wants me to text her back. She said if yo... texted her she would block it.”Jessie was right about the house. He had a legal but no moral claim on the building, but he had to clear some things up, “Ask her if I can take my tools, and ask her if I wanted to come back to see you girls.”Dorothy texted, and got a message right back, “Mom said to leave the tools. Only take your clothes and stuff.. I love nipple rings, I can’t pass up the chance. I finger her as I do this, making her orgasm again, a few more times, none as strong as the first, but she seems satisfied with what I’m doing to her. She tells me she wants a turn, telling me she wants to know what it is like to taste a pussy. That was her goal all along, I can’t help but smile. She asks me how you do it. I simply tell her, do what you like done on yourself. She tells me she thinks she can do it, I tell her I believe she can. . We’re not having this conversation. First of all, there’s that flood I mentioned, and it’s going to take me a while to avoid drowning in it. Second, there’s the gap between what I think and what you’re prepared to hear. Third, there’s what’s best for you, and that might be completely different than the other two. In any case, none of those thoughts are going to pass my lips until I’ve purged some shit in the direction of your ears. So you can sit there and wait until I’m ready.”“Okay. Still, I. In fact ... I shift my leg a bit, and my knee nudges his. He chuckles. "Well?" Sorry. Yes, thank you." Have you eaten today?" You asked me not to." And?" he prompts."Sorry. No, nothing save a small cup of water. You said I could have that." I did, and that's fine." Fabric rustles as he reaches for something in front of him. "I'm going to feed you now, and I'd like you to take the time to savor each morsel. Tell me what it is, if you can. If you're right, there may be a reward."Martin's thumb.