Her father was one such person. His pain never left, it cycled like the ocean, like the moon, like daylight. He looked at his daughter, the beautiful ...woman she had become, perhaps because of him, perhaps in spite of him.The incredible pain coursed though him as he held back, over the years he quelled his instinct, his desire and his staggering need. Alcohol helped for a while, but soon he needed more, the end of a needle disappearing into his flesh, penetrating him in some twisted. "I was now in so much pain that I couldn't resist much longer. I criedout. "I'm a feminine little girl and I want to be your female servantall summer." And what do you want to wear, Patti?"The pain was unbearable. "I'll wear anything you want," I said in greatdiscomfort."I want my little girl to wear pretty dresses. Would you wear prettydresses for me, Patti?" Yes, I will wear a dress. I'll wear whatever you want me to." And some dainty little panties too?" Yes. Yes. Panties too. Please. Do very well on it, you get colleges calling you up, asking you to come there. Except the top tier of colleges, the Ivy League, Stanford, MIT and Caltech, places like that. Those you have to kiss bootie for, not to mention collect all the right ticket punches." Well, I might go to college, I suppose. It depends on whether or not I get picked."Harriet nodded, and linked arms with Kennedy. "Well, you'll have to understand, I hope you're never picked." I know. It's a strange thing," Kennedy said. Pleasure burst out of me. That tongue was amazing. Angela licked so hard and fast. Her tongue danced through my folds. It slid and curled, caressing all the wonderful spots inside of me. It felt so flexible and nimble.“Angela,” I panted. “Yes, yes, you can have all my pussy juices. You can devour them all.”Angela moaned in delight as she devoured me. Her head moved as she wiggled her tongue deeper into me. Her right hand slid up and brushed my belly piercing before reaching my small tits. She.