Maybe if I faked sick, she would over-ride Daddy. xnx I imagined Daddy somewhere in the house, talking with Mom and reaching into his pocket to press buttons and torture me even when I was alone. I tried to move, but he held me still, waiting for his cock to stop pumping his seed into me. My heart sank. My body was begging me to keep going. “I’m not seeing Colin anymore.”
“OH honey! How many times did you cum for your classmates, whore?”
“I hid in the bathroom. Daddy stalked around the table, grabbed me, ripped the leggings down and threw me over his lap and spanked me right there at the table. I shuddered and jerked a little. How many times did you cum for your classmates, whore?”
“I hid in the bathroom. Mom coming home would keep me safe from Daddy.
