I thought and thought about what I really wanted to do, and if I even had a choice in the matter.
I really, really didn’t want Dad to see or even know about the pictures. He would be so pissed. Last time he caught me sexting, he threatened to take away my college fund. If he found out I was doing it again, damn...
“A lady doesn’t act that way,” he had said.
So, I took my clothes off, knelt on the floor, and looked into the camera. My n*****s were hard. My stomach was sucked in. My lips were pursed. I needed the picture to be perfect because I really, really didn’t want to retake it again for him.
After I sent the stupid picture, I lay on my bed. My p***y throbbed at the thought of him in his meeting, d**k hard against his pants. Him trying to hide his hard-on in front of Dad. f**k.
