Make it hurt." What?" I repeated. Despite having heard her, I was initially at a loss in understanding her."I need it to huuurt, Daddy," she pleaded. ...I've been a bad girl and I need to be punished. She then reached behind herself, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and opened herself up to me."Not even..., not even spit?" I clarified."Not even spit, Daddy." She agreed.I slowly let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. I had successfully broken her down with my will and was now the. A whore. I would atfirst pretend I was giving a guy a blowjob. Kneeling, I wouldworship it with my mouth and tongue. Kissing it, licking it andthen finally sucking as much into my mouth as I could. I wouldoften watch myself, dressed in my sexiest lingerie, makeup overdoneso that I looked like a whore. I would watch myself in the mirroras the plastic cock disappeared between my bright red lips, wishingit could be the real thing. Later I would try inserting it into myass, my handsome fantasy. And they were sort of right too.After graduation, Jeff spent two years working for her parents in a lower management position at one of their companies, but he didn't enjoy either the work or the snide attitude of superiority that they constantly and condescendingly gave him. Then he suddenly received a job offer up north in the rust belt of Ohio for a middle management position with a small struggling shoe factory ... and to everyone's dismay he accepted it immediately.The new salary was not. "Honey, just don't get yourself in trouble, okay?" Huh," he said half asleep already."When you help Jean, just don't get yourself in trouble." I won't, babe; I promise. I'll call Jack in the morning. Together we should be able to come up with some way to get rid of this idiot."Assured and having all the confidence in the world in her husband, Tracy, feeling safe and secure in his arms, drifted into dreamland."Jack Northrupe, please." Hold on; Jack, call on line four." This is Jack Northrupe,.