Surveillance
I hadn't heard Daddy leave, so I awoke with a start when I heard his ringtone. "Daddy?" I croaked into the phone. "Good Morning, Goofgirl!" He sang back at me. My heart felt a little lighter at the sound of his voice, but my body felt like it was weighed down with sand bags. "Still tired from yesterday, my Slut?" He asked me cheerfully. "MMMhmmmm," I moaned, remembering. Daddy hadn't been pleased with the job I had done on the kitchen floor and so he had me do it again-on my hands and knees...
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