nod, my eyes are unwilling to leave the thick member in front of me. I'm obsessed with it, waiting for Daddy to push it back down my throat and dominate me. To make me uncomfortable all over again. To make me struggle to live and breathe.

To make me his.

The tingle that floods me when I think about Daddy taking care of my

child, taking care of it like it was his own, carrying it in his arms as I watch in amazement. I'd give anything to see that wonderful scene, to ...