“Yes, baby, take her for a spin,” he said handing her the keys. “Then, come back to me and give yourself to me,” he said firmly.“Oh my god!” she screamed and hugged her Daddy so tight. “Thank you, Daddy, thank you so much!” she said as she hugged him and kissed him.“I’ll be right back, Daddy,” she whispered. “Then you can make me a woman, and make me yours,” she purred.“Good,” he said. “Before you leave, give me your panties,” he commanded.“What, are you serious?” she asked. “Yes, if you want to be my woman, you’ll need to learn to take instructions… as your mother did,” he said calmly, but firmly. “Now, give them to me.”Bri felt her pussy start to flow, fuck, that is hot, she thought. She lifted her skirt and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her thong, and pulled them slowly down her legs, and stepped out of them. She smiled naughtily as she put them in her Daddy’s hand. “Here you go, Daddy,” she giggled.“Thank you, baby, now take this new car for a spin,” he said. “Be. There was this guy who was talking to Mum. I remember him because he patted me on the head, and I didn't like it. He had big bushy sideburns then. But it could have been Ted Daley."Sergeant Lake put a picture on the coffee table. It appeared to be an old mug shot. "Is this what he looked like?"Stacie picked it up and looked at it carefully. "Yes," she said hesitantly. "I think so." She closed her eyes and then looked at the picture again. "Yes. That was him."Lake and Squires rose from their chairs. "Mr. and Mrs. Charles, Mrs. Jefferson, thank you so much for your time. It's much appreciated. I'm sure that it's not necessary, but I have to ask you not to discuss this visit with anyone."I showed the detectives out. When I returned to the living room, Stacie wasn't there. I went into the kitchen and asked Charlotte where Stacie was. "She's gone upstairs, poor lamb," she said.I went upstairs. There was Stacie in the library. She was checking her calendar. I said, "Darling, what are you.
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