Ahh. Umm. And she started sobbing.Where did that come from? He asked.Are you really here? Are you gonna run away again?This was the first time in five...years she admitted that it hurt when he left her. He had a dozen times or more. No, I give up. I’m yours if you still want me. Do you?Yes. Yes. She said.Are you mine? he asked.Yes I’m yours, she said. Tell me about it.My mouth is yours. My ass is yours. My pussy is yours. My tits are yours. My hands are yours. How bout your heart?Yeah, that. They got as much on themselves as they got in themselves at this age."Oh dear!" Ashley exclaimed on seeing the girls."Mama" they both giggled, and clapped their little hands, scattering baby cereal everywhere."Don't worry, Dear," Esther told her, "It will all clean up, and they have managed to eat enough to keep them satisfied for several hours at least."We all had breakfast then while the girls played in the cereal left on the trays of their highchairs."I need to go over the stuff we got from. When I realized what the President’s announcement meant I got with a few of them and asked for some training in self-defense. I get a feeling that one of them tried to prepare me for command,” I said.“Oh? How?” Colonel Stiles asked.“He was a retired Sergeant or Sergeant-Major. I was never quite sure what his rank had been,” I said. “And as he trained my friends and me I got a feeling that he knew far more than he was telling us.”“Interesting,” Colonel Stiles said. “Most of the general-grade. Daddy didn’t laugh. My ass and hips felt fiery red and I kept longing to be held in Daddy’s strong, certain arms. The stripes stung and itched and I felt sweat puddle behind my knees and in the small of my back, but Daddy continued even as my moans became punctuated with screams. “Who are you?” he asked as the blows slowed and each landed with a red ribbon of heat. “I’m your slut,” I wailed, happy and desperate. Another whistle, another blow. “Who are you?” Daddy demanded. “Oww….I’m your.
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