You are a very obese man. Of course, she is lying. Smack! I am begging you! Smack! She shifts uncomfortably. You shove the fresh leg out of the way and place your leg in between her legs, so she cannot cover the target thigh again. It has no escape. “I just want to have a little fun,” Trish whispers, “Don’t you want to have some fun with me, Daddy?”
Trish guides one of your hands further up her body to her breast. She has similar hair, a similar figure, a similar complexion, and similar facial features. “Damn it,” you mutter to yourself under your breath. “Sugar?” Trish asks with an innocent expression across her face. A few erratic bursts spatter out. The stinging sensation shoots through Trish’s body harder with every spank. “Oh, Daddy,” Trish giggles, “Thank you for opening that jar for me. She is not wrong. Maybe you should fix that before you walk outside, and everyone sees you. 60 seconds. You sigh, “Can’t the world just leave me alone?”
The doorbell rings again.
