I bit my lip and let him, let him stare and let him touch my body, let him do whatever he wanted to me.I couldn’t help but desire him inside me. Wha... if he unzipped his pants? Right now? Took out his hard cock and guided it between my parted thighs until it slipped between my moist lips? What if that hard, thick, virile shaft of his that had so often been the object of my desires and daydreams entered me, his swollen head forcing its way inside me? I was in the perfect position for him. Take me. He smiled. “Dripping. So you liked that brat feeling you up, mauling your tits.” “No.” He yanked the tiny hairs and I yelped. “Don’t lie to me, bitch. Don’t ever let me catch you lying to me. Now, you liked his hands on you, didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Yes . . sir,” he corrected. “Or ‘Daddy’ if I tell you to. Now let me explain the facts of life, little girl.” He laid the belt in his lap and used both hands to squeeze my breasts hard. “Some females are just born submissive, born to serve, to be used,. I was forced out of my old job, because I couldnt show up to work from being so brought down and depressed. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went to visit them in the summer, my wife died while she was gone. My parents already explained how Mommy drank too much apple juice one night, and she went into the wrong side of the road, and was hit by a big truck. But she is with the angels now, they told her. She. "The two of us?" she asked, indicating Michelle and herself. "Or all three of us?" Which ever you prefer." Stephen replied. "It's your gift. I'll even go out for a walk if you'd prefer." No, I want you to be here with me." she replied. "But if it's OK, I'd just like it to be me and Michelle - at least for a start." What ever you want." was his reply."And I think I'd like to take it over to the bed." Alyssia added. "This table really isn't that comfortable."Stephen laughed and stepped back away.