Even a little bit of power felt like a tremendous loss. I no longer had a monopoly on my own decisions, which was not something I could lightly ignore...or forget. Feeling like someone had pumped molten lead into my spine, I hauled myself out of bed. Unsurprisingly, coffee was not much of an antidote for what I was feeling. My body would recover soon enough, I knew that much. I had taken far worse on innumerable occasions. My physical self was not what worried me. I had never felt anything quite. I would often find her in front of the freezer hoping the cold would enhance her appearance for a date or just to impress a guest we had over. Jeff noticed as she leaned forward to pour his beer. His eyes couldn't get any bigger, or so I thought until she stepped past him to pour my beer. My daughter's ass and pussy was eye level for nearly a minute as Jess slowly emptied the green bottle into a glass for me.“Beautiful shade of pink isn't it?” I asked, snapping Jeff out of his daze.“What? . I told Coach Clark about you promising the manager a game ball and he gave me a practice ball for all of us to sign. You should start keeping all your game balls, Dalton. One day, they’ll be worth a lot of money!”“WOW!” was all I could say to that as the ball was passed around to be signed.“I’ll call her over here, you present the ball to her — Outlaw,” Toro told me as he signed the ball last.The kickoff for the JV game with the Clarkton Wildcats was set for 7:15 since the senior team had an. "It's fine mother," I said with a smile."You did a very nice job covering it up, I can barely see it," she said."Thank you mam," I said."You know your father was very mad at your brother for hitting you," shesaid."He was? Why?" I asked."Because," she said, "he doesn't want you in the hospital and he doesn'twant to spend the money on you. Incase you haven't figured it out by now,your father thinks that spending money on you is a waste. I mean, you arejust a sissy maid after all." Yes mother, I.