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You will wake up dreaming about Daddy's cock and will be unable to turn away from it. You will go about your day knowing that Daddy's cock was in your mouth that morning. Every word that slips from between those lips that were wrapped around Daddy's cock will be good and sweet. Every time you look in the mirror you will envision yourself naked, on your knees, with Daddy's cock in your mouth. You wish you could stay that way, forever, sucking all your sustenance from Daddy's cock, and become a moaning shivering extension of it, a tentacle reaching down your throat and overwhelming your mind, your body a mere pleasure organ for Daddy. You can't wait for it to be again between your lips, sucking or cockwarming, unable to speak, just the occasional moan, while Daddy gently fingers your holes.
"You sit there and wait for me, little one. Keep your eyes on my cock while I stroke myself."
"Yes, Daddy."
When I begin to come, I motion for her to jump up and wrap her lips around my cock, to swallow. No hands allowed.
"That's a good girl. Now, you are going to come for me again, aren't you?" After a short withering hesitation: "Yes, Daddy."
Sitting on Daddy's lap at parties is mandatory, I don't even have to ask. It is also expected that you not wear panties, despite the short skirt. I control how much the guests see, and you wiggle around just enough to keep me hard. Anyone at the party paying attention will notice what a good girl you are.