And where do you think you're going, young lady?

Mm-hmm.

Uh-uh.

Come right here.

You come right here and you pay the daddy tax.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Two for flinching. Come on. Ah, ah, ah. Render unto daddy. Here we go.

Mm-hmm. Hi. I've missed you. I have. I've missed you very, very much.

Uh-huh.

Oh, I know you weren't gone that long, but sometimes it feels like I was missing you

forever.

Just far, far, far too long. But look at you now. Right here before me. And it's almost like no time has passed at all.

Oh, you don't get to get away from me. Not that easy. Oh. Now that's true. You did pay the tax already. I guess

legally I have to let you go. Oh, strange. I don't seem to actually be doing it though. Isn't that weird? Isn't that funny? I know my big, meaty mitts are just wrapped around you so tight, and they don't seem to be going anywhere. In fact, they seem to be gripping you, sort of probing you, your flesh, just sort of

digging into you and moving up and down, your outer thigh, your lower back.

Hmm. A small circle on your lower back, because I want you to feel me.

And that hand up and down your thigh because, well, it would be gauche to walk right up and stroke the inside of your thigh.

And that would be, oh, oh, so much more assumptive than just

assuming you want me to walk up and touch your pussy. But like I said, I missed you. And I want to tax you.

I know the sexiest word I can come up with.

But it's true, I want you to feel spent and used in the best possible way.

So I really must come up with another word.

Uh-huh, I do mean it. I have missed you, and I have seen your efforts lately.

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