Chapter Three
This morning Daddy gave Gina a present.
Almost every morning, he leaned up against the bars so she could make him hard before he let her out of the turret cage. Normally he didn’t care about her position as long as she accomplished her task. This morning though he told her to kneel, sitting on her heels, knees tight together and ankles crossed. “Lean forward, b***h, so I can see those cow t**s hanging down. Hands on knees, eyes down.”
Daddy stood silently looking at her for several minutes before he gave her his p***s. She thought maybe he was trying to decide something. He didn’t allow her to shift position, only to stretch her neck forward. His p***s was already hard when he put it through the bars, though that wasn’t unusual. “Eyes down,” he commanded, when he’d had eno
