He wrapped arms around me and pulled to him. He needs solace, said. I heard the machine working and he came to the kitchen and sat a chair. A pain started in my crotch that I thought would never end. He turned to face me. Daddy with melancholic eyes looked at me. You’re a good man, but it’s not enough. I want a brutal animal to destroy in my garden. A kinky contact in my tiny love hole. “A good tool for chopping lettuce…”
I knew his were afraid to talk about what happened last night. His left hand turned between my legs like an impatient millstone crushing my wheat, right hand squeezed my ass in a vise and declared he’s my owner. He stabbed in me with shy touches like a curious squirrel.
