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I guide us back through the bedroos, her back to h the still-damp silk of her blonde hair

She sighs and leans her head back “That feels so good,” she says softly, her hands cohs

“You deserve to feel good Do you know that?” She stills, and I keep brushing, giving her a moment, but she remains silent “I need you to anshen I ask you a question” My voice deepens

Her voice is a whisper “I don’t knohat I deserve sometimes”

My heart sinks, wondering what her life has been like that she doesn’t understand her value

“I want you to know you deserve so ive it to you Would you like that, babygirl? Daddy wants to give you everything”

She nods

“The proper answer is, Yes, Daddy I want you to answer irl”

After a moment of hesitation, her voice is soft “Yes, Daddy”

“That’s irl” I set the brush down on the sofa and lift her, turn her around to face o I have so much I want to show you”

As I stand, I extend ers between mine On our way to the door, I pick up her purse “Your keys are inside?”

She nods “Yes” I give her a stern look, and she tries again “Yes, Daddy”

I slip the bag over le

“Not sure it goes with your outfit” She smiles at me, and I look down at the purse on my shoulder, then back at her

“If it’s part of you, then it’s part of me” I shift ood”

We step out into the hallway, locking her door behind, and make our way downstairs and out to my Mercedes, where I open the door then buckle her in

When she’s secure, and I’ve climbed in beside her, I lean in, kiss her just below her ear and give her the instructions “While I drive, your skirt is up, and I want your fingers playing in your pussy Don’t stop until I tell you to stop, do you understand?”