Dare I even call it love? I painted like that, in silence. The sun moved down the sky and the shadows in my painting moved to. They were fluid, almost...surreal as if the viewer could hear them whispering. Something was different now. Zoë felt it, I felt it. She looked at me differently now. She was waiting. Waiting for me to finish, waiting for me to make my move. When the last bush stroke was laid down, I nearly dropped my brush and pallet. I didn’t run to her, but moved with a fluid motion as. She kept her eyes down and whispered, “Daddy, I met my true Master today. He claimed me. He says I always have his permission to fuck you any time you want me. The funny thing is, for the first time since I can remember, I don’t need you to fuck me. I still need to be fucked, maybe even more than ever, but I need it to be my Master fucking me. Master would like you to give me to him. Could you please talk with him and see if you think he would be a good Master for me?”“Dearest Wendy, that’s. More

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