Ah, there you have it: wasted years. What are you expecting to happen? Hoping to happen? I slumped back in my chair, staring at the few words on the s...creen. From somewhere out there, Gaynor had sat, typed and sent me two messages. Something had prompted her to get in touch after all these years. Surely it wasn’t just because I looked ill on my Facebook picture. Anyway, in the first place, why would she be looking for me on Facebook? I put on my spectacles, pulled the keyboard towards me and. I complied and kept my hands on the table, like he told me to. Daddy stepped back and started bringing the belt down hard on my back. I tried to stay still, to not flinch. He usually went easier on me if I did as he told me. As he hit me, he told me that I was a dirty pig, a stupid bitch, a little whore. I kept my hands where he had placed them on the table and prayed for it to end. Then he started wanting answers from me.“Are you a dirty, stupid whore?”“Yes, Daddy; I’m a dirty stupid. She knelt before him and undid his trousers, revealing black ‘y’ fronts, showing to her surprise a goodly tent. She looked up at him, then without breaking eye contact slid down the underpants. Her eyes dropped to his tool and rounding considerably, he was no Adonis this short stubby man that was a certainty but at nine and a bit inches of circumsized good solid meat, he was very acceptable, at least it looked that way, but the proof of the pudding…it all of course depended on if he could use. His hands moved over her firm body, as flashes raced all over her. Between her thighs was becoming warm with each touch of his hands. He stopped kissing her for a second and gazed into her green eyes as he stroked her copper red hair. Their lips met again as he pulled her closer, she was feeling the beat of his heart as the warmth between her thighs were increasing. His kisses moved from her lips to her neck, sending thrills throughout her body. She tried to catch her breath as a tongue glided.