UKMichael46
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Seeking a woman to play 18 year old daughter
Plus (if anyone wishes) a woman to play the mother
Me: Middle aged father.
Please have good grammar!
It is the last summer before she goes to university, and I know I am going to miss my daughter. Truth be told, it's been a long time since she's been my little girl. For some years she has been furtive, concealing what she's up to from us. We've been barred from her social media, kept away from her friends, isolated from her life. We draw what little information we can from poring through her things, usually without luck, when she is out. And this afternoon she is out; I am alone in the house. It's a while since I've been in her room, so I decide to take a look. The usual papers strewn about her desk, her bed in disarray, the faint smell of stale smoke. Her laptop on the floor. I flick it open, and find it's been left on. I move the cursor to the bottom of the screen and see she's had some windows open. The first is a site for jobs in the town she's going to study in. The second is Facebook. I snoop, but there's nothing interesting there at the moment. The third, though, stops me dead. It's a video from a porn site, paused: the screen is filled with a young woman, her head thrown back, her face contorted in something that might be ecstasy or might be agony. Across her big tits are red lines, from the belt that's about to strike them again. Fuck. My daughter must masturbate, watching this. I'm hard. I want to see what happens, but I can't press play. I note the title: "Whip my young tits and abuse me" and I know I will be Googling it on my own laptop later. And then I panic – I can hear the front door opening …
Plus (if anyone wishes) a woman to play the mother
Me: Middle aged father.
Please have good grammar!
It is the last summer before she goes to university, and I know I am going to miss my daughter. Truth be told, it's been a long time since she's been my little girl. For some years she has been furtive, concealing what she's up to from us. We've been barred from her social media, kept away from her friends, isolated from her life. We draw what little information we can from poring through her things, usually without luck, when she is out. And this afternoon she is out; I am alone in the house. It's a while since I've been in her room, so I decide to take a look. The usual papers strewn about her desk, her bed in disarray, the faint smell of stale smoke. Her laptop on the floor. I flick it open, and find it's been left on. I move the cursor to the bottom of the screen and see she's had some windows open. The first is a site for jobs in the town she's going to study in. The second is Facebook. I snoop, but there's nothing interesting there at the moment. The third, though, stops me dead. It's a video from a porn site, paused: the screen is filled with a young woman, her head thrown back, her face contorted in something that might be ecstasy or might be agony. Across her big tits are red lines, from the belt that's about to strike them again. Fuck. My daughter must masturbate, watching this. I'm hard. I want to see what happens, but I can't press play. I note the title: "Whip my young tits and abuse me" and I know I will be Googling it on my own laptop later. And then I panic – I can hear the front door opening …
