I’m not her Daddy! Although I’d like to be-- wait a second, she’s fucking with me! I’m the one meting out the punishment, but she’s mind-fuc...ing me!“Daddy?” I asked. “I’ll show you who Daddy is!”And I trounced her ass, very fucking hard, several times. Many times. My fucking hand hurt. Her fucking ass felt like it was on fire. My chest rose and fell heavily. I was getting fucking tired. It had to be 3:00 in the morning by now, anyway.Melanie moved up so her body was lying on the bed, but still. ”“So they have everything they wanted, and we’re left with nothing. By the Divines, this couldn’t get much worse. This is more than you and I can handle.”“They have what they were seeking, but it’s not all they need, I know that. We have to do something.”“Well, of course we do. I’m old, not stupid. We’re just going to need some help. If they’re bold enough to attack us here, then this must be bigger than I thought. I have good men here, but ... There are people I’ve met and worked with over the. .. fake it or something.”“I guess I could if it’s that important,” I said carefully. “Just this once, though.”“Thank you. Well, since you already answered my other question while I was listening to your conversation earlier, I guess it’s time for dinner. I’ll just wait here for you to get Suzi and her pet.”“He’s not my pet,” Suzi said, walking out with Joey glowing red right behind her. “He’s my love slave.”“Oh. Sorry,” Candice said while I let out a snicker.Joey said bluntly, “I wouldn’t be. Maybe his body isn’t cut like it used to be (and George was never a hunk, for heavens sake). Maybe he needs some reassurance of the female kind. On the other hand, I don’t mean to be disloyal, but what does she see in him? I make love to him with an almost alarming regularity. We must do it several times a month. But I have to. I’m his wife. It comes with the job description. She has no such obligations. She isn’t married to him. Yet. That could be it! That might be her plan. She’s.