He took possession of her right in front of me. I saw her give herself to him emotionally. There were no long conversations, just shared glances. I kn...w there was no point in trying to fight it. All I could do was hope he wouldn’t beat her too often or too severely so I wouldn’t have to step in, kill him, and make my daughter my slave.That night Wendy came into the master bedroom and knelt in front of me, naked. She was in a perfect slave presentation position. I hadn’t taught her that. She. " Not a talkative type, uh?" No, I don't think so but I ordinary keep quiet when sleeping."She giggled childishly, tossing her head back. Tender bluish vein was pulsing on her neck."Are you aware that I'm a very special dream?" This time her eyes were serious."Huh, what's so special about you?" I'm a dream coming from the future. But I'm also a replica of a real girl." How's that?" I asked while turning on my other side. However she was still standing just before me."It's difficult to explain.. You come up and knock on the open door 'Can I come in Mr Clayton?' I hear you asking nervously. My head slowly turns to you slowly, you can instantly see the disapproving look at my face, I don't answer your question, just saying quite bluntly 'What did I tell you to call em earlier?'. As I wait for your answer I can see your nervous and I can see your long legs with some long socks on, your school skirt rolled up slightly. You shirts unbuttoned a bit, showing some of your cleavage, enough to. Running my tongue through it, over it, wanting it. Master, put the leash on the collar and with one finger motioned me to follow him. I did not need to be told, I knew I was going to go wherever he went. We went upstairs to a bedroom. He sat in a chair, I kneeled at his feet. His boxers were still on, covering him. I wanted to see him. I moved to rest my head on his knee. I inched closer, until I knew he could feel my breath hot, against him. He reached down, pulled out his cock and I.