He asked me if I had remembered saying those words. I told him I meant what I said. I was addicted to our sexual escapades and he was my master. I’d... do whatever he asked of me. I was not sure if I really knew what I had said, but it’s out there now. He told me, “Call me Daddy.” “Yes Daddy.” He responded, “Good boy.” I was told to get up and get dressed and meet him at his place. He had already gotten from me that I had no plans for the weekend. It was two hours later when I was sitting next. ‘Who said that?’ he asked quickly. ‘I did, sir,’ came the reply. ‘Well, where the heck are you?’ ‘I am the car, sir. I am the new TX 2000. The most advanced car in the world.’ ‘Hey, I heard about you. Uh, I mean this model of car. I thought they were joking when they said it could talk. I figured some kind of recorded voice.’ ‘No, sir. I have my own vocal synthesizer, voice recognition program, and voice response management system. I have the complete volume of the Webster unabridged dictionary. . Hi mommy," She shouted.That shit knocked the wind out of my sail and deflated my cock immediately. She was fine but she was their daughter, and she probably had an even bigger stick up her ass. She also talked and sounded like a little white girl. " Damn," I said to myself. Then I saw Mr. Livingston look at me and make a face. It was one of those stay the fuck away from my daughter looks.I had had enough of his fucking looks and stares, so I kindly raised my hand and gave him the finger. The. Modern books tend to say, "Call in the experts NOW!"Ah, yeah, Megan! You noticed the name, did you? I thought you would. Not my choice I can assure you. I'd always been fascinated with the name "Otterley" and had wanted my first female child to bear that name. The Dragon, Veronica's mother, was called Megan though, so I'd been outvoted on that before we even knew the sex of the child.I'd just completed washing the baby and placed her back in her mother's arms when the two policemen climbed.