Daddy, I am yours

ry

I can think about is taking her home with me and making her mine forever. Her long red hair, her curves, she has

I wonder would she like it. Would she like a daddy to bend her over his knee and pull up her skirt? I can only imagine how soft her ass would be under the palm of my hand as I

es out of the bathroom and stumbles a littl

Are you alrig

perfectly fine,”

irl, that is not something you should be doing alone. Some weirdo might

o your seat?” I ask her takin

,” she says, jerking

top staring. She is so perfect. I order myself one more drink before I head out for the night. I look back

n. As I drive away, I see her, very drunk and attempting to get in

let me give you a

she a

drunk and do not need

” she scre

t my arms around her. As she fights me, I stick the needle into her arm. She is out lik

ide home. I throw her purse and keys into the front seat. I get into the car, but I check her purse for

ionally as the drive back to my community is long. She snores the entire trip. I am sure the mixture of alcohol

quiet this time of night, just the way we like it. I pull up to my house and hit the button for the ga

perfect. Birth control, lipstick, condoms, oh, she is a whore. Well,

I open the backdoor to my house. I set my keys on the kitchen counter. I go back to the

kirt, and her panties, I remove and toss in the garbage. I cannot help myself; I have to touch her as I remove her clothes. She is so soft. I lean down and kiss her lips, but she does

p a tee-shirt over her head. I kiss her again before putting her to bed. Tomorrow is a big day f

nking of her—my Thea, how I have longed for