Daddies Little Toy

Daddies Little Toy

I hated to be late but the hotel was not in a part of town I was familiar with and even though I had dropped you back last night to the same address following our dinner, coming from the opposite direction was proving quite the challenge.  Making matters worse was that it was extremely hard to look for directions when a voice inside my head kept saying again and again, "this is going to be so wild and so great."  I glanced at my watch noting that it read 1030pm. I remembered following our long lingering kiss at the reception desk of the hotel the night before you had told me the door to your room would be left open at 10:00pm and I should come for you. I smiled to myself remembering how beautiful you had looked at dinner then and how I had just wanted to “take you” right their in the restaurant…but we had agreed…dinner first….get to know each other a bit…..and then let the fun begin on my last night in Mobile.

I finally reached the hotel not long before 11pm, parked the car, collected my bag and moved inside to the lift taking it to the 8 th floor. I slowly walked down the long hall eventually reaching room 817. As you had said, the door was slightly ajar. I hesitated by the door contemplating all the possibilities, and then saw a neighbour come out.  I realized I looked like a burglar, standing afraid to go in.  I had to go forward or flee.  I wasn't leaving without what I came for.

I pushed the door and despite being an upmarket hotel it creaked loudly.  So much for being quiet. The room was dark and I kept thinking that no one else would surely have their door open at 11 at night and that this had to be the correct place. The hotel room was large and spacious, more like an apartment. There was a small kitchen and living room downstairs, a bedroom and bathroom up. It was much more appropriate for what we had planned than your house would have been even with your husband away. There were no lights on downstairs but a streetlight shining in the back window showed me the way. I locked the door behind me and waited until I was more adjusted to the dark hearing someone stir upstairs.

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Wendygirl -"What should I wear?"

Wendygirl -"what time will you be here?"

Wendygirl -"what should I have ready?"

Wendygirl -"what should i do before you get there?"

Chris_26_nj-"You're babbling.  Shhhh ."

Wendygirl -“:-P

Chris_26_nj-"I'll send you an email.  Follow the instructions."

Wendygirl -"Please tell me exactly what you want Daddy.

Chris_26_nj-"It doesn't matter what you do, I am raping you, remember?<evil grin>"

Wendygirl-"whooo hoo ! <giggle>"

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I kept going, up to the top of the stairs.  The bedroom door was closed.  It was pitch black inside as I opened it. I moved inside closing it behind me, not wanting to disturb other hotel guests.  I heard you catch your breath very softly, then nothing.

You had to have seen me. My big silhouette in the doorway.  I waited, but it was so dark my eyes could not adjust.  And I couldn't wait much longer.  I stepped carefully forward, dropping the bag on the floor, then my jacket on top of it.  Both noises seemed to shake the silent house.

I finally reached the bed, and put my hand out.  Gripping a leg under the covers, the room filling with the sound of your loud gasp.

I fell forward, crushing you with my weight.  Somehow I found my hands locked around your wrists, but you didn't struggle.  "Wendy?"

Swallowing before you can answer.  "Yes Daddy,"

I grinned in the dark.  It was you, and you wanted it...wanted me.

I ripped off the covers, and there you were.  Panties first, off in one tear.  Then your shirt.  They were old, frayed, I'd told you not to wear anything you cared about.  But you hadn't realised how strong I was, how could you over the Internet.  Each rip was accompanied by your gasp, by the realization that I was stripping you bare.

You were fighting like a wildcat, now, not scratching by agreement, but you were all elbows and knees.  I had played football and remained athletic so knew how to use my weight and ride you till you subdued.  I hooked one leg under you and kept trying to grab your hands as you twisted from side to side and tried to roll over.

Feeling my hands grab at your breasts, pinching them, and you responding by pushing my hands away.  I tried to kiss you but you kept turning your sweet lips from me.  I'd grab your perfect hair and force you to turn your head back, but you'd bite your mouth closed.

I hadn't been able to get my clothes off.  We were both breathing hard, covered in sweat.  I decided to let you roll over then as you got to your belly and tried to get your feet under you to get off the bed and out the door I let you get one foot on the floor and then lifted you in the air.  You made a little " oooooh " sound, surprised to find yourself in the air for a second, thrown back on the bed roughly.

I put one arm under yours in a half nelson, and grabbed a handful of hair to keep you still.  I put my legs between yours, and spread them open, my jeans grinding your ass.  I reached down to your hot center with my free hand.  " Oooooh , no.  No, don't.  No Daddy."

I grinned as I put a finger in.  You moved, but not as hard as you could have.  "You like it, don't you “Girl”?

Seeing you remember you were supposed to resist you began to buck, to really fight again.  But I had had enough.

I reached down and undid my belt buckle as you fought harder, thinking I was undressing and it was your chance.  I took off the belt and with one hand and my teeth made it into a loop again.  Feeling it going over your head you try hopelessly to get an arm up to your neck to block it. Feeling me dig a knuckle into your side, your arm falls away.

The belt slid down around your neck.  You try again to fit your hand under it, but I pull it tight, choking you.  It was locked onto you now, you wouldn't be able to get it off.  Laying on your belly, my ankles locked around yours and one hand on the slack of the belt tugging it, the other on your neck.  Lifting the fingers of both your hands to under the belt only to have me tighten it further.

Feeling you begin to struggle wildly.  Fighting so hard but merely pulling the violence out of me making me jerk the belt even tighter eliciting a wet coughing noise.  Your tiny body wracked with coughs, your hands at your mouth, your lungs seeming not to find any air.

I let you have some slack.  But didn't let go.  

"Say something.  Say the safeword .  SAY IT WENDY."  I wasn't scared, but I knew I'd come close to hurting you.  And my tone of voice said it would stop until I was sure you were safe.

Watching you take in a couple of breaths, my hand stroking your hair with one hand, letting you know I could wait.  You coughed again, but in a normal fashion.  I looked at your body in the dark...your skin glowing against the dark sheets, soaked in perspiration from your struggles.  You were beautiful.

"We are stopping until you say something, bitch." Wanting you to KNOW my anger grew. You knew whilst I hadn't wanted nothing more than to rape, control and dominate you, at the same time I did care for you deeply.  Watching your face as you begin to smirk, your eyes meeting mine.

"Fuck You…….Daddy"

In the dark I grinned back.

I wanted you suddenly.  Wrestling your naked body had made me want you even more than the 16 months of internet fucking had, but it was now an overpowering urgent need to have you, to take you. To kiss that fucking smirk off your lips. I pulled you down by the belt watching your reaction as your caught off balance by how quickly my tenderness vanished

Placing both your arms in between my legs.  My left hand securing them both as I transfer the end of the belt to my left hand so that now so if you struggled  with your legs, you would tighten the belt around your throat, and my right hand was free to smack your ass hard.

" Ow !" smack.

" Ow !" smack.

Smack smack smack .  I began to rain the open handed slaps to your ass cheeks, one after the other.  Not one at a time but in a series of blows.  When they had been single blows you had jumped at each one, but the hail of blows didn't increase your struggles, rather you leaned back into them, relaxed.  Submitted to them like the good little girl I know you could be.

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Chris_26_nj-"I am surprised you can sit down and type...<grin>

Wendygirl -"Actually it is my neck that hurts more..but we all know what that is about don't we Daddy."

Chris_26_nj- lol "Oh I am sorry."

Wendygirl -"I felt the pain all day at school today and thought about you."

Chris_26_nj-"Oh sweety --I am so sorry."

Wendygirl -'No, it is good for me to remember that you are real, and to know what I am."(smiles)

Chris_26_nj-"Did the belt surprise you?"

Wendygirl - "<giggles>It made me feel like I was a little girl when I heard you unbuckle..like i was in trouble and going to get a whippin ."

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We were both breathing hard and covered in sweat, my shirt soaked, out of breath.  I released you and rolled to my feet, holding only the belt.  You scooted over to the far side of the bed.  I pulled you by the neck to the bed, then to your feet feeling you gasp as I jerked you around like a rag doll.

"I am done playing with you, bitch. Stand up. Look at me."

You do as your told, looking up into my eyes.  You seem to cower below my 6ft 3 inch frame liking that I made you feel little.  I tighten the belt again, and walked you around the room a little by it, just to show you my control.  I stood behind you, and turned you to face the mirror on the wall.

"Look at yourself." Shyly, you do as your told.  "You are beautiful.  And helpless."  My hand sliding menacingly over your throat and neck as we look into the mirror.  Your pale skin, your breasts perfect, both hands on your neck resting on the belt, and my head on your shoulder, also looking at you, greedily drinking in your beauty. My shoulders appeared on either side of you in the mirror as I stand behind you.

Our eyes meet in the mirror. I see the fear in your eyes.  Standing there thinking how I can undress without the need to have to deal with your shit and games. Turning you around to face me whilst I generate a plan, caught off guard by the look in your eyes.

Watching as you slowly bring your hands up to my face and gently touch me with your eyes shut tight like a blind person trying to read the Braille of my soul from my features.  I freeze, not wanting to startle your tentative movements.  Watching as you  keep your eyes shut tight and softly kiss my face.  Little kisses, like the first few drops of rain from a storm.

"So NOW you want to kiss me, huh?  Not going to turn away?"

You say nothing, pressing closer to me as I slip my free arm around you and pull you even closer.  Feeling you melt into me, enjoying the moment that my little girl finally seemingly accepts her submission and expresses her love to her Daddy.

Suddenly shocked by the intense pain in my groin as your knee is thrusted upwards violently. Collapsing in a heap holding myself, my pained eyes watching as you, filled with panic dart towards the door. Feeling the intense pain as I drag myself to my feet. Still holding my throbbing groin, pursuing you towards the front door through the darkness. Arriving at the entrance as you exit the room, I dive hopelessly grasping the very end of the belt dangling from your throat, feeling your head and neck yanked back as your progress comes to an abrupt end. Filled with rage, amazed that just moments before I had been filled with so much love and tenderness towards you……My hand reverting from the belt to your hair as I roughly shove you up against the wall next to the entry to your room. The back of your head throbbing as you feel it strike the wall roughly. Tears filling your eyes both from the pain in your head…the yanking of your hair but moreso from knowledge of the fear of the beating you know your now destined to receive. Watching my hand control your head. Yanking you by the hair so you can see the rage in my eyes. Very deliberate and intense about EVERY word I say to you…….

“It DIDN'T have to be like this WENDY, it really didn't”? We were getting along fine. Daddy was going to take what was his and leave, no one had to get hurt, but you went and changed all that didn't you”?? (silence). “DIDN'T YOU” (My fist punching through the wall just inches from your face). “Oh god daddy, please…please DON'T hurt me”. “Oh I intent on doing FAR more than hurting you Wendy”. Feeling the belt lifted high in the air. My 6'3 frame rising to a height of 7 feet at the top of my reach. You feel your legs hopelessly struggling to find the ground as your ability to breath rapidly declines. Feeling me kick open your legs……..my free hand momentarily caressing your clit before sliding two fingers deep inside your tight little pussy. Feeling my arm tire from supporting your weight as the belt although pulled tight is lowered so as your feet are back in contact with the ground. The increased flow of oxygen allowing you to clear your mind momentarily and assess your environment. Your in the hallway of your very expensive hotel room. Your naked with a belt around your throat and your Daddy is finger fucking your roughly up against a cold hard wall. You feel your eyes fill with tears both as a result of the physical and psychological torturing your encountering, but also due to your awareness that you may never have been so aroused before in your life.

Moments turn to minutes, minutes seem to go on for hours as you become more aware of the intensity of your breathing and the fact that not only is Daddy finger fucking you, but that your reciprocating fucking his fingers right back. Your face reddens at the continual verbal abuse, being told that you look like a dirty 2 dollar whore being finger fucked up against a wall. That “normal girls” didn't get wet pussies from being raped like dirty sluts. You raise your hand to your face…..softly rubbing the side of your face where Daddy has slapped you hard 4 times since he began finger fucking you. Twice for not having your legs opened wide enough, once for kneeing him in the balls and once just because he enjoyed the gutteral little slut moan elicited from your mouth following one of the beatings.

Suddenly snapping back to reality at the sound of another voice, a deep male voice asking if everything is alright. Hearing your Daddies voice “Everything is alright here officer, Im just discussing some discipline problems with this young lady”. Watching as the security officer slowly approaches, clearly able to see exactly what Sir is doing to you, your confused at why he is allowing this to continue. Hearing Daddy hiss in your ear “Tell him everything is ok bitch”. The security guard addressing you, “ Maam are you alright”. Hearing your Daddies words in your ear, his eyes piercing through you, “Oh god please hel ……….” “As I said Officer everything is FINE here” you hear your Daddies voice interrupt, the 400 dollars in notes landing on the ground beside the guards feet. His eyes not leaving us, pausing for a moment, his hand sliding over his radio in its holster as he looks down towards the money…..Slowly stammering out the words….“You both have a good night then”, muttering as he bends taking the money”…..the hard on under his pathetic ass security guard uniform clearly evident.  Your voice gagged as you feel the belt tightened as your dragged back into the hotel room.

Led back into the darkness of the room, a combination of dazed walking and dragging by the belt before your roughly shoved into the hard cement wall. Feeling your conscious level decline, only marginally aware of the duct taped wrapping around your wrists and binding you and the piece being placed over the torn panties being stuffed in your mouth before you lapse into unconsciousness.

Unsure how much time has passed, slowly awakening to slaps on the back of your head. You look forward into the mirror seeing yourself. Immediately beginning to sob uncontrollably. Make up has been applied liberally all over your face. Mascara thickly smears down your tear covered face, blush far to heavily applied  as is the blue eye shadow. Full thick lips have been drawn on over your mouth and the duct tape and the side of your own torn panties protrudes from the corner of your mouth.

Although difficult to make out in the darkness, marker pen writing covers your entire body. You look across your forehead where the word “WHORE” has been very deliberately written, you also notice “ Cumslut ” inscribed on your upper arm and weep more realising you truly now look like some kind of drug fucked prostitute.

Suddenly aware of Sir entering behind you…..you scream into the panties as you feel your head viciously yanked around by the roots of your hair. Unable to protest or even protect yourselve as you struggle pathetically with the duct taped secured around your wrists. Opening your eyes and slowly making out the image in the darkened room. Your tears and running mascara making this task even more difficult. Feeling yourselve shoved roughly to your knees. Gazing upwards and seeing your Daddy standing over you. Naked, his huge hard cock jutting out in front of him as he slowly strokes it looking at his toy. Smiling down at you…..his expression suddenly changing and although you see his open hand heading towards your left cheek, your completely unable to do anything to stop it. Feeling it strike you hard, you wince as your tears begin to fall harder.

Listening to Sir address you. Very slowly…very deliberate and menacing. “I'm going to take this (my hand flicking the torn panties hanging from your mouth and your sore cheek as I do it) out of your mouth you little whore and your going to suck my cock like a good little girl”……”and….let me assure you Wendy….you bite me, you WILL know pain like you have never known it before. Do I make myself clear?” Watching your head nod up and down as tears pour down your face.

Watching as Daddy moves over you, his hand softly resting on the top of your head as his hard cock slides into you dirty little mouth. Feeling him fill you….pushing forward deep towards the back of your mouth and throat as he begins to slide deep inside you. Feeling my hand slowly clench on your head and hair as I begin fucking your mouth harder, my balls slapping against your mouth, saliva mixing with your tears. Feeling me withdraw my cock as the drool hangs from your mouth like a rabid dog. Your eyes never leaving Daddies as you feel me roughly smacking it across your mouth and face. Smarting as your struck directly on the nose with it only to feel it jammed back in your throat roughly as you groan in pain.

Lowering your eyes for a moment, you feel the sudden pain as my hand clenches and rips at your hair, my stern voice “Look at ME” sees you snap your view back to my gaze. Watching as my cock is removed from your mouth as I adjust myself over you spitting down on your face. “Open your mouth whore”, again spitting this time directly into your open obedient mouth. My hand roughly rubbing over your face, smearing the spit all over you, into your little whore hair. Shoving almost my whole hand into your mouth smearing more spit all over my whore before driving my cock back in deep. Your face a mess of spit…makeup and smeared pen marks.

Feeding you my cock like the hungry little cumslut you are. My stern voice finally interrupting the loud sounds of your slurping and periodic gagging on my prick. Shoving my leg forward....telling you i want to feel you humping it like the little DOG bitch you are..... Feeling you starting to  hump my leg without hesitation….moaning as you begin to grind your clit on me.

Feeling my balls aching to empty in my little bitches hot little mouth, stepping back withdrawing my cock. Smiling to myself as I watch the absolute desperation and desire in your eyes….silently pleading with me to return my cock to your mouth and my shin between your legs. “Lower your head bitch" I order you, watching your head drop immediately to the floor without hesitation. “ Mmmmmmmm good…good little bitch…you have FINALLY learnt that Daddy getting what he wants is inevitable, only the pain that you experience in giving it to me varies”. “Yes Sir” I hear your muffled sensual little response. Watching your eyes trying to lift slightly as I bend to the floor and retrieve an item. Hearing your whimpers like some kind of frightened animal as you make out what I have. Your eyes filling with tears as you again catch a site of yourselve in the mirror and realise Daddy is FAR from through with you. Makeup smeared with spit and tears making you look like a cheap slut. Your eyes down but very much aware of the panty hose being lifted over your head and roughly forced down over your face.

Your eyes now following my movement as I position them over your face and head. Your ponytail sticking out of them at the bottom making your appearance even more sexier for your Daddy. Feeling your breathing become a little more difficult and even though this perturbs you, you have fantasised about Daddy doing this to you so many times it is merely a secondary concern.

Gripping you by the protruding pony tail, twisting your face to the mirror. Looking at yourself blankly in the reflection. The pantie hose gripping around your entire face and head with only the dark end of your hair protruding outwards. Able to make out your mouth, open…panting into the hose and your eyes, lifeless…defeated….the dark stream of your tears staining the hose.

Releasing your hair, taking one step back. You watch my reflection as I stare proudly at my creation, my hard cock in my hand. “Get on all 4's Wendy”. Watching as you very slowly lifted yourself on your knees, lifting your ass in the air as you push your bound hands out in front of you presenting Daddy with his prize. The sound of your increasing whipering filling the room. "I think Daddy deserves your little ass dont u babygirl toy"........Watching your image in the mirror, seeing your eyes go wide, slowly shaking your head no, then suddenly remembering the likely ramifications and stopping, just staring at my reflection in the mirror, not wanting to be hurt again, but not wanting me to use your ass. My hand roughly gripping your throat through the hose....”Your Master asked u a question and EXPECTS the correct answer u little FUCK”. Watching as your head instantaneously begins nodding yes as much as you can with me gripping your throat, choking you through the hose, your face contorting into a look of pain under them.

Loving that he has trained the little whore who only hours earlier had dared to knee me in the balls. Feeling you take a deep breath as I release your throat a little, gasping out for air, looking at me with pure fear in your eyes whilst at the same time feeling so ashamed that your body is so aroused at everything that has been done to you. Feeling Daddy slowly move in behind you……tenderly…almost lovingly stroking your lower back and ass as he positions it…….Periodically watching  you lift your head to look at Daddies reflection in the mirror only to see you eventually lower yourself in shame at what you know and WANT to about to happen. Feeling my hard cock pressed against your little ass. “Oh gawd ………please Daddy”………as the first inch slides inside you……My hands holding your hips steady as an inch of my cock enters your little ass. Your tears and crying only interrupted by pleas for mercy. Gasping for breath, the pain in your ass gradually reducing as both you and Daddy remain perfectly still. You feel Daddies hand running softly over your back…stroking you…softly…..lovingly……like a beautiful concerned lover taking his little virgin for the first time. You feel him very gently bend over you, mindful of ensuring his cock doesn't slide any further inside his pained little princess. Moving to your ear…..”Are you ok Wendy”? ……Whimpering…..”Y….y…..yes Dadd …………..” The room filling with a blood curdling scream, your pony tail yanked and gripped hard…your hips rapidly slammed backwards as your Master drives the full length of his hard cock DEEP into his dirty little whores virgin ass. “Oh gawd Daddy….oh gawd …….FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK” …hearing your screams fill the room. Only seemingly spurring Daddy onwards. His grip on your hair tightening as he slams into you like a wild crazed animal. Periodically releasing your hair and slapping the back of your head hard before returning both my hands to your hips and driving you hard. Telling you how your now my little anal whore, how you will learn to give Daddy ALL your holes whenever he wants them.  My hand stretching gripping your jaw and forcing my fingers deep into your hose covered mouth…..hearing you screaming out under the hose, trying your best to keep yourself quiet, realising that every time you yell to loud Daddy just punishes you harder, you quickly close your mouth around my fingers, your screams muffled into slight mumbles as you suck my fingers like a hungry little whore. Moaning as I allow my little whore to suck and moan on her Daddies fingers as I continue to anally assault you.

Spitting on the mirror....onto your reflection..... Tears running down your face as the room is filled with the sound of my balls slapping into your little virgin pussy.... My hand gripping then regripping your pony tail harder each time.......loving how yours eyes although filled with tears never deviate from mine..... deliberately withdrawing my cocks entire length…..teasing it against your shaved little pussy and feeling you tense up….your eyes PLEADING with me not to take your final possession. Lifting it slightly and driving it back deep inside your ass.

Sliding my hands back over your face, gripping the hose and roughly tearing it open exposing your face. Reddened from the recurrent slaps, covered in smudged make up, lip gloss and marker pen. The word whore although smeared is still visible across your forehead. Feeling my fingers reach forward, sliding again into your mouth this time not restricted by the hose. “Fish hooking” the sides of your mouth, pulling it open.  Making you watch as I control both your ass and your mouth. Lowering myself beside your face, still roughly yanking your mouth open by the corners.  " Mmmmmm I bet you wish their was another cock here to feed that hungry little mouth dont you bitch"? Completely caught up in the moment, having forgotten all your pathetic little inhibitions and fears, listening as you moan around my fingers “Oh fuck yes Daddy”.

“Oh god”….feeling my balls throb with your little whore response……Dragging my cock out of your ass and gripping the base with one hand as I rapidly unwrap your bound wrists with the other. Watching with surprise and pleasure as your free hand reaches up grasping my hard cock, stroking it firmly as your tongue runs over the length of it waiting to be rewarded with Daddies hot cum. Looking down as my submissive little whore jacks my cock with her hand……..her mouth sucking hungrily at my balls as my hand controls her slut head by the hair. Groaning loudly as I empty my load over her hot little face and mouth….covering my little slut with Daddies cum, watching as you pump my cock for every last drop as Daddy moans loudly. Feeling my knees weaken, looking down watching my whore rubbing Daddies spent cock over her face……..now a mess off cum, make up and marker pen.

Watching as Daddy bends down, removing a cloth from his bag and handing it to you. “Clean yourself up Wendy”. “Thank you sir”….accepting the cloth and lifting it to you face. Noticing the strange aroma, however before you even have a chance to comment on it feeling Daddies hand slide around your throat, his other hand forcing the cloth over your mouth and nose. Panicking…kicking, scratching as you feel yourself becoming drowsy as the chloroform takes effect.

Waking with a start……staring upwards at the hotel roof, trying to control your breathing and familiarise yourself with your surrounds. You have no idea how long you have been asleep but by glancing at the window and seeing the sun streaming in, without even seeing the clock which reads 859am you realise it has been an extended period of time. Searching the room for your Master, embarrassed at how sad and disappointed you feel that he has gone. Sitting up, suddenly aware of the intense pain on the back of your neck but deducting it must just be an abrasion from being dragged around by the belt. Indeed the rest of your body feels like you have just completed a 4 hour work out. Looking down on your stomach, a single rose lays across you with an attached note. You lift it slowly, reading……”I very much enjoyed my visit Wendy and have left you several things to remember it by. Perhaps to begin with you should press the play button on the video”. Feeling your face redden, not even needing to press the button to know what you would see, remembering how you had almost KNOWN at the time that the mirror had been double sided and housed camera equipment behind it. Remembering with even more embarrassment how having known this you had actually “played up” to the camera whilst being fucked. Reading on…..”It goes without saying Wendy that should you chose to tell anyone inappropriate about our little liaison, that you WILL instantly become the next internet porn slut when I post it ALL over the net” Smiling softly to yourself, knowing Daddy would never do such a thing to you. “The last reminder will come to you in a few days if your smart enough to work it out, perhaps we will talk then”.

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Wendygirl -"Daddy I thought you might like to know I came four times last night thinking about what you did to me on Monday."

Wendygirl - “I also thought you might want to know that girl worked out today what her other reminder of your visit was…..and she loves it”.

Looking away from the computer…pushing your hair to one side and lifting the mirror to reflect the base of your neck….you smile reading the words tattooed perfectly on to you……

DADDIES

LITTLE

WHORE