My daughter

Author: Katie Andrews

When John returned, he picked up all my clothes and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me roughly once, filling my raw throat with his tongue, and led my to the front door. I looked at him questioningly only once before he opened the door and threw my clothes out. I knew I would be next in a moment.

Instead I got a better idea. “I noticed you’re really thrashing your radiator and the finishing on the floor over there by chaining unwilling guys up all the time.” John shrugged, giving me a ‘so-the-fuck-what?’ kind of look. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to get someone to keep coming back?” I asked.
Then him and
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