“Please, Daddy,” I beg. “Tell me who is charge, little girl?” You demand, cupping my cheeks with Your hand as You ask me. “You are, Daddy,...�� I answer. “And are you going to ask me again?” You question me. “No, Daddy,” I reply softly. “It is Your decision.” “Good girl,” You say, pleased with my response. “Remember I can keep You blindfolded as long as I want.” “Yes, Daddy,” I say. “I understand. I am glad You are in control.” You give me a kiss on the lips just as the girl lays on the. ” “She started to talk and I moved across to mount her but she closed her legs. She then told me that she was sorry but she could not feel comfortable having me, her husband pushing into her when it was full of someone else’s sperm. She told me if I allowed her to clean up then she would let me do it.”“I pushed my body back from her, pulled her legs apart, slid down her body and started to lick her clean. Her response was to yell at me saying that I could not do that because she was dirty. I. It was an endless barrage of get up and go, go, go, kiss each other now and then, hope for a quite Friday or Saturday morning where nothing was planned and try to get some nookie in then. I understood his frustration because I was feeling the same. One after noon, we were in a market place shopping, having some quite time alone, for a change. For some reason, we were shopping where we don’t normally shop, the hard-wear department. He picked up some thing and made some naughty gesture, and that. .-i sit down on the bedStranger: "rumors?" -i keep standing-You: yes ever since i moved here every time someone goes missing they think its because of me... which is why i want to move so badly....-i begin to sobStranger: "goes missing? why missing?"You: i dont know they think its me. its because shortly after i moved here it started to happen.-i wipe my eyes outStranger: "do you know why?"You: no... which is why i think if i move out theyll know it wasnt me and they may forgive me- i stand up.