" Mr. Desai smiles at me."When is it?" I ask."Right after college," he replies. I nod my head."Sure, I can stop by for a little while." Good. I'll see... you then."For the rest of the afternoon, I think little of my tutoring session with Mr. Desai. However, I have no idea just how much it will end up changing my life…At 3:00pm, I find Mr. Desai in his classroom, sitting at his desk and typing something into his computer. I'm the only student there; it's obvious that the tutoring isn't something. My subjection is total as I have very little option to escape at this point after making the mistake of turning my sex over to Daddy. Chores and routine fitness take my mind off my frustrations but at times its not enough especially I'm required to do it all while plugged.Daddy works me hard not only around the house with my chores and sexually, but he forces me to perform and make money on webcam sites. I'll sometimes be locked in the little "studio" in the basement for up to 10hr sitting on. As they shut I quickly round the corner and go down the hall past the Sunday school rooms which are now shut and full of children. I go to the end of the halls to the bathroom I realize almost no one uses during service and lean against the wall waiting again with the urge to pray that this works. Its been almost 10 minutes and I start to doubt this was going to happen as I see those brown eyes starring at me and getting closer. I instantly look around making sure no one sees us and as he gets. The strength seemed to drain from him as he collapsed on her and they just lay together holding each other. They began to tenderly kiss and stroke each other. Then he got up and came around to the end of the bed. The video went black. The next thing I saw was his face glaring angrily into the camera. He obviously was no longer in the hotel room. He said, "Send me my G" in a very threatening voice. Then the video ended.I sat back shaken by what I had seen. Then I realized my hand was covered in.